Worth its Weight in Gold

Splattered with molten desire,
I glow in love’s golden fire.
His canvas is my body;
his brush plays a rhapsody.
The paint flows like a stream
and it’s all a glorious dream.
Love spills
gleaming, glowing
liquid gold
and seizes me in its glittering hold.
I stand still in a mesmeric trance
while my inner eyes behold
a land of love and romance.
I hear my gilded heartbeat,
feel his fervid fever and heat,
and his art sweeps me off my feet.