Mm...Hum...  That Old Black Canvas Magic

Mm... they say what a man paints from his heart
It's the hidden desires on canvas he brings forth in the bliss of dark
Shh… no one is here but you, me, and your exploring tin can of brushes
My supple body will become your masterpiece, as hearts, bodies, and minds entwine upon silken rushes
Your eyes, watching me slowly disrobe  
My nipples perking up from the rush of cold
 
You always wanted to see me in a Hustler's thong of satin, and for much pleasure, the color of black  
Your calloused palms roaming up my inner thighs, kissing all over my snatch
Compressing my pussy lips between your forefinger and thumb
You are a man of eagerness to make me so wet until I moan then cum  
Yes, I would like to see my handsome Adonis bared skin
A naked painter, locked palms, our backs slipping and sliding in blending hues as you plunge farther in
Legs wrapped around your lower limbs this erotic portrait will be remembered as the eleventh sin
 
Placing my imprisoned wrists over my head
Your paint brush drizzling my chest in the color red
Mm... you are a Picasso of your time  
Intoxicating me when you pulse, lean down hungrily coveting my lips between each penetrating round-and-around wind
Retreating, then sinking , squeezing my walls as to your grind
My back arched, this soft canvas we lay upon
Fusing bodies imprinting our silhouettes, you shading the passion of my soul like crayon
 
Withdrawing from the creaminess of my sweeten greet, flipping me over  
Your brushstrokes following the tip of your tongue, my skin wished upon like a four-leaf clover
Kisses up the back of my legs… while spreading my thighs  
Marring my buttocks with a passion mark
Reading over for my dildo burying it inside  
Raising my hips in the air
Your tongue up and down the crevice of my ass, little bites, snaking into the treasure of my juicy peach, joining the humming sensations in my addictive lair
Oh… my... that feels so damn good... I’ve always knew what you do to me would  
 
Come closer... mm...hum... the soft brittles of your brush circling my tit
Cupping my buttocks, pulling me closer for a sloppy kiss
Enchanting to have laid on the submissive canvass, a painter's portrayal muse
Desires upon every shade upon my soft skin you tenderly used
Louvre Museum (Musée du Louvre) it shall grace the gallery wall as a poetic gift
Engraved it shall royally hang as A Queen’s Honeyed Bliss