Water Colors

Stockings cinched tightly
Her wrists welded to the bedframe
A couple tugs confirm they’re taut
She’s not going anywhere
Time to mix some paint

First
You
rub
your
dry
brush
over her body lightly
Down her arms
Across her face
Lightly licking her lips

A master cant paint with a dry brush
So you plunge it to the bottom of the ink
Pulling out
for a moment to check consistency
Your
brush
is
dripping,
Pulses pounding,
sweating
breathing
Stick
to
the vision

Going back inside for fresh paint
You paint fun swirls and lines
Up her arms
Across her neck
Down her chest
You
connect
dots
on
her
belly

First massive broad brush strokes
Then fine tipped delicate details
Stroke
after
stroke
Your ink spreads,
reaching for every corner of her body

Gentle
then determined

Frequency
reaches frenzy

Purpose
turns primal

Arrested
anticipation

You must focus

And ever so gradually
the anatomy of a masterpiece emerges
Water colors explode
Over and
over and
over and
over
An erotic magnum opus

Ink soaked room
Blood choked wrists
Splatter painted canvas
Sweat mixed color

The only question now
Is which scene to paint next