New canvas

I bit my lip  
in frustration  
and need  
when you  
pulled  
out.  
Because  
I wasn't fucking done .
 
Before I  
could scream  
a single  
curse word  
at you,  
you planted your  
thick  
dick  
on my chest,  
and stole  
my fucking breath.  
 
My hands  
covered yours,  
pushing my tits together,
getting the valley  
as tight  
as possible,  
 
and we both  
watched  
you  
slide
in,
 
slide  
on
 
me.  
 
I tucked my chin  
to catch your head
in my mouth
and I could  
hear that noise you
make in your chest  
when you like  
what you see.  
 
I dared a glance
up
and came  
from the heat  
in your glare.  
 
I may tattoo your  
handprints on  
the sides of my  
breasts,
I may stain the outline  
of the fucking  
ocean of come  
that covered  
my  
(nipples)
(neck)
(hair)
(face)
body,
 
so that I’m  
reminded of your  
 
artistry  
 
even when  
I’m not naked  
under you.