Painting by Feeling

So there I was, in my studio with paints and canvases all around, when Sarah walked in. We've been together for years now, but every time she catches me mid-session, something shifts between us. Today wasn't any different. I put down the brush and went to her, pulling her into a kiss that quickly deepened. Her hands found their way under my shirt, exploring as I pulled off her clothes piece by piece. We moved over to the big canvas in the corner, it was perfect, flat, and cool against our skin. Sarah got on top of it, spreading herself out like she's modeling for me, but we both know what this is about now. I entered her from behind, feeling every inch of her body arching beneath mine as I moved. Paint dripped from my hands onto the canvas, creating abstract patterns in red and blue. 'Feel it,' she moaned, reaching back to grab my hair, pulling me closer until we were one fluid movement on that blank canvas. Our bodies left smudges of color behind as we danced together, painting the night with our raw, primal rhythm. It was beautiful chaos.