Picasso

 
Stroked the tip of his brush on
My inner thigh
Painting images in my head of
Him deep inside
Presses his chest against my
Breasts
Licks my ear down to my
Neck
Squirts the paint onto the
Canvas
Squeezes the tubes
no drops
Left

Ass checks on the white surface
Undoes himself and enters my legs
wrapping them around his body
A masterpiece only we interpret

Dipping our fingers into the pallets as
We Massaged each other's skin
Rhythm of our shells
To create the composition

Slide my blue down his face
So he knows where to paint..
Red on his hands imprint on my
Neck
Slamming me down onto the canvas

Ran his mouth up my stems
As he painted my petals
Blossoming in seconds
A taste he will always remember
Mounting on top of me
Colors combining
Almost rolling to the edge
We pause - he shoves his brush
Inside me
Lips locked hips locked
Grinding as the colors flow
I become the focal point
When he's eyes can't let go

Thrusted him into the foreground
Conquering his textures
Poured the Tin of purples down my
Shoulders
Mixing with the yellows
Warm colors slide down the
Margins of my nipples
Blending the Reds on his
Hands
Painting my breasts as they
Dribble
Forcing my hips against
His pelvis
Repetition of our body's just
Go with it
Souls are infused
rubs my clit with his hues
Clutching on to my
Breasts
As our colors
Splash
Moaning his name to the
Sky with my
Last breath
Left his signature on me
As I dripped down to his
Chest

We looked back at our
Collaboration
Nothing but the contours
Of me and him
An abstract masterpiece
Made with love by our
Imprints