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Finger Painting

wet, white cream
ochre brown
stirred, earth toned hues
my imagination
unbridled
unbound

I hold you in my hands

licking my finger tips
tasting
I desire.......you
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 her.....how 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