Mm... Paint Me In The Silhouette Of Your Mind

Dallas, Texas
 
Painter
Make sure you display the facial silhouette of my soft wishes
Once my King unwraps his painting, and reveal me, I need to see in his eyes, the lust of me appearing tempting and poetic delicious
Can you highlight the gifts of my beautiful Haitian, French, Creole attributes
My portrait will grace above his bed, in my absence, looking at my lips using his palm to give him his manly due
 
His beguiling whispers sends my mind into the bliss of ether
Once we blend the rush of our pulsates, there is no end for neither
Mmm... his addictive kisses up and down my spine
Its undulated pleasure as he catches the river between the mounds of my breasts vintage wine
The flavor of my skin fused within my exotic taste
His finger easing inside me, making me pant to have him inside me, liquefied sexsations in the hunger of the anticipate
Losing myself once I becomes the hunger, between my thighs, the hunger of his fate
 
Painter, can you catch the lust camouflaged in the depth of my hazel colored eyes
Looking at his naked, tall,and muscular physique, I cannot refuse him, he keeps me sexual hypnotized  
Weakening my every breath, creaming me until I’m spent, moist, and wet
Feening for what’s coming next
Outlining my lips, with his finger tips
Inching closer where I could feel the width, the head of his hard dick
 
Oh, he loves my rose tattoo
Since this is an upper body portrait of me, make my lips soft in the comparison he cannot refuse
Outlining them
Holding the sides of my cheeks, as I open my mouth, his tongues sliding in
The scent of his aura, lathing his tongue all over my supple skin
Opening my thighs, for the pleasure of his tease
Tender kisses against his chest wall, as I beg him over and over to release my emotions, moaning to the Heavens... Oh, God don’t stop, please
 
Painter, illuminate the soft contour of my neck
My soft spot, where his kisses rest
Breathing deep in my ear, his hot breath, mingling with mine, knowing his monstrous release is near
Mm...hum, wrapping my legs around his back,  
Thrusting deep... Oh sweet mercy I love that
My spine arched, in the movement of ecstasy, curved
Needing his love notes, his whispered arousing words
 
Clinching each other tight
Minds, hearts, conveying in sound that ultimate bliss, when it's feeling sooooo right
Oh, Painter, I need to climax with him in thought
Hurry up and finish, so my baby can catch the feeling of my trickles before your easel catch the savoring of my butter rum onslaught
It's like warm candy saturating his mouth, my creamy melting flow, soothing to the palate after the flavor to the lips has been caught  

J'aurais dû te peindre de la tête aux pieds, belle dame
(I should have painted you from head to toe, beautiful lady)
 
Je vais considérer votre suggestion pour son anniversaire, et merci
(I will consider your suggestion for his birthday, and thank you)