The Painter’s Strokes

Soft slashes upon my skin
So gentle so soft
Delicate as they land on the tender canvas of my nakedness
Drawing upon the imagination of your heated passion

Bated breaths
Hasten to taste the perfection of my angels, my curves
Palms bridged as the molten desires of lover’s embrace spill
Colors of lust you instill
Outlining my silhouette with each tender brush stroke

Legs wrapped around the gift of your easel
Perched high for you to see, feel the essence
Fingers to smooth the fruits of your labors
Thrashing drops you perfectly blend
Dipping the tip inside my wet ecstasy

Sultry moans of intensity
Groans of a painter’s delight

Stirring within the contour physique as rapture stain
Inching back as you admire your work
Hanging my heart for you to hear
The masterpiece felt for you to admire
Inscribing upon your finished work of art skin, Soft and Wet