Poetic Whispers Of It’s Tender Enticement...

“Wow… what a nice painting.”  
“Come closer.”    
“Who said that. WTF.”    
Shh… close his eyes... Let me take his mind to a place unbeknown of this realm.”    
“Is this some kind of joke, Oh, bejeezy, I’m talking to myself and to a portrait    
“Close his eyes …my love.”    
“Alright… what the hell.”    
 
Many Moons Ago  
 
Wake up baby... I need you to hold me…yes, he lifted my camisole up over my head, flinging it on the bottom of the bed  
Mmm... rolling me on top of him      
Straddling his groin... He is very handsome in his semi-flaccid state  
Leaning my face downward…with my tongue, slowly outlining his lips  
He inched up to a half sitting position, cupping my breasts in the palms of his hands    
Licking over my light-brownish nipple, sandwiching my breast, kissing up and down my cleavage    
Replacing a dangling tendril, behind my ear, leaning my face downward, as he uplifted his head, leaning my face farther down, kissing his lips  
Mm… gyrating my buttocks on his groin, he reached his hand downward, and then around my plump buttocks      
 
“Ahh… excuse me Curator, how much is this unusual painting... it has the most... How much is it."  
‘It’s not for sell, sir. It is on display to inspire hidden thoughts.”    
“Money is not an option.”    
‘Sorry sir, but it’s an ancient relic. Dug up from an archaeological excavation from Egypt.”  
The curator walked away.  
“Hum… if she doesn’t want to sell it then I will demand it, my way.”  
The patron dung inside suit jacket breast pocket, lifted his cell phone and pressed in a single numerical number  
“Yeah.”  
“I need a job done tonight and I need it pronto  
The patrol pressed the disconnect button and returned the cell phone to his back pants pocket  
He walked back over to the portrait and looked up.  
“Tonight, you will be hanging on my wall over my bed, my lovely.”