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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
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
Published 8th Jan 2021
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
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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8th Jan 2021 6:48pm
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9th Jan 2021 3:21am
Mm.. now that beautiful comment felt like a tall glass of icy lemonade on the most hottest day of summer, so refreshing in its smooth delivery. I see showing off for you has no boundaries, I am blushing to be the recipient of its tender endearment. In as much, thank you my friend and may you have a wonderful evening as time allows for us to merge into a hopeful upcoming weekend
8th Jan 2021 6:56pm
My friend this is just what I love to read on this light snow day as I brings my blood to a boil tingling in my south begging to be release from it's confines.
be safe
be safe
9th Jan 2021 3:27am
I would love to sit in front of that warm fireplace you have and warm my feet.. while you brush my hair, one hundred brushstrokes like my grann in Haiti use to do all the way unto seventeen when I came to the USA.. hum.. it funny I should bring that up.. see you make me feel like a Queen in the thought of the moment.. oh please forgive me.. thank you for taking the time to read and the nostalgia that came with it. Have a great evening my friend and I am wishing you a great upcoming weekend
9th Jan 2021 1:49pm
glade i brought some sweet thoughts from the past enjoy this weekend be safe
9th Jan 2021 9:00pm
And I do accept all those sweet thoughts that overcame me in a long ago time of reminisce my friend ..and thank you
9th Jan 2021 00:56am
You are my hot blanket canvas my Erotic Queen of Love and I will do anything to you. Keep on writing.
9th Jan 2021 3:34am
Ahh.. what more can I add to such a soft serenade my handsome poet, other than you can share the space with me on such a chilly night in New York as we glaze up at the stars from off my bedroom balcony.. if you behave long enough, I may let you look through my telescope.. You will be surprised after you look upon the wonderous of the galaxy in a 3D dimension it leaves you so breathless, and bewildered on a spiritual natural high for you to ponder about your small existence within the Cosmo. In addition, thank you for reading and the lovely comment. Enjoy your evening and may a spectacular weekend greet and keep you, always
9th Jan 2021 9:05pm
How did I ever miss this whisper yesterday.. however, better late than never, and of course I've saved the best for last. Thank you my handsome poet for the tender whisper. I hope you are having a great Saturday as I wish you an encouraging beautiful weekend
9th Jan 2021 10:53pm
I will enjoy night giving you orgasmic bliss with lots moaning and screaming and whatever sounds come out of you my Erotic Queen of Love.
9th Jan 2021 11:52pm
What a beautiful thought my handsome poet and I bow to such a enchanting serenade. Thank you for reading and then adding such a lucrative comment. Therefore, enjoy your evening and have a supper duper upcoming Sunday
10th Jan 2021 2:35am
I will enjoy myself when you reach orgasmic bliss purr loudly my Erotic Queen of Love, I believe in you my sweet.
9th Jan 2021 4:50am
It is an honor when you grace my page my Dark Knight, you bring all your vivid enlightment, I like it, and thank you sincerely for the read I am wishing you a remining awesome evening as we bring this Friday to a conclusion. Have an enthalling weekend and please be safe out there in your daily travels
