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My Blank Canvas

Touch me with tender brushstrokes on the journey to morning
We laid among the stars until fading streaks of the sunrise glory
Wrinkled sheets of yesterday will tell our fairytale story
Delicately paint my skin with kisses all over, as your hands blindly roam my curvaceous framework throughout the night
Emotions draped a naked canvas on a silken easel as ecstasy leisurely takes flight
A wet masterpiece of clenched hands imprints of its salacious plight

Engraved to set curious patron’s minds on fire
A runaway museum painting of brushstrokes, seduced on a canvass of wicked desires
A magic carpet ride softly defends me, a seductress by nature, a gentle sedative by degree
Umm, and please don’t forgot the soft spot behind my ear as you tease
Now you know that weakening attention always buckles my knees
Swoop me up in your arms
Enwrap my ambiance within honeyed poetic charms
Hum…choices to subdue, to give earthly due
Cage the wanton feline in me or feed the tiger his carnal food

In the jungle, as they say, the mighty beast roars
The rose petal scent of my silken aroma keeps him prowling for more
Where art thou, my handsome man from Mars
Ravish my Chi and see how minds’ shine, or to see how you can propel a star
Before it falls too far
Are you with me to unveil this beautiful piece of art
Mm.. I love how you kiss all over my soft body parts

Umm...handsome one, I think you forgot a spot, my canvas lays bare... oh sweet mercy.. yes.. yes... right there
Spinning me as your hard brush springs into action, once standing, now floating up inside my moistened nest, irresistible and non-compared
Moaning as your desires etches over my tender skin
Your brushstrokes licking upon my rainbow, not coming up for air until you rediscovered the taste of your masterpiece once again

Thrashing his colors, softly blending  my canvass with his harden persuasive powers
In his presence he stands erect, to cause the cave in of my silken rain shower
As a gift to show my appreciation for his gifted artwork of sheer dedication
Got my Creole thighs parted., siding inside my pinkish revelations.. oh papi, hands clasped faster, moving, grooving, buttocks cupped his body revering in the elation

Enjoy my the mind, the slicken abyss of my butter rum any way you can
I know a tide and time waits for no man
No promises as we enjoy the gift of a painted masterpiece
I really don’t need a light to set my heart free
The sensations of me you feel as you appease
As you feel the true essence of my passion, once locked inside as it trickles and then flees

Echo my name in the throne when I please
Tongue bonding with mine, sinking deeper from my gyrating tease
Clenching him tighter as my essence merge into his release
Lips to lips, losing our soul in the twine of the kiss
Enticing mindful play
Connected as one, once we lay
Enjoy the museum of a hung painting
Whereas, the words in the canvas are vividly portraying

Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
The stirring of sweet passion.

I do not know which picture is utilized on my Chromebook at work.. any errors will be corrected after my final exam later time evening.. Sorry in advance.

SKC
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