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Finger Painting

wet, white cream
ochre brown
stirred, earth toned hues
my imagination
I hold you in my hands
licking my finger tips
a masterpiece
every vibrant and vivid color
in it's perfect place
by my hands alone
….an artisan inspects his craft
my fingers strum  
her prickly mound
the texture,
the finesse,
a solitary digit
slides down and  
in between her  
wet, swollen cleft
I smile, it's good and very good
her lips part and begin a
delicious oscillation....a lustful desire
to be inside her, to occupy this space
her womb is golden, succulent, sweet
her stomach ripples
I just want to please this pleases me
….to massage her perfect breast
warm lips upon her magical orbs
an enchantment
scintillating nipples pulled tightly
within these oral spaces
bodies in motion, pleasured faces...
….as if her gentle moans
set the night to music
an auditory seduction
that just won't leave me alone
“the canvas can do miracles
just you wait and see
believe in me.....”

I paint my dream upon her linen cloth
lost in my emotion
wanting what my eyes have yet to see
my fingers paint thee
Written by MusicallyMrM (Mr_Mahogany_Wood)
Published | Edited 26th Jun 2019
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