Painting - With my very good friend, Trillium

I          
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My robe drops          
I stand before you unadorned        
I pose        
You paint quick gestural watercolours          
A new pose, muscle flexed          
Your brush finding a rhythm          
New poses          
Stretching, contorting          
Flipping pages filled with sketches          
With each pose          
I want to challenge your art        
To be seen as virile          
Desirable        
I want to arouse you        
I want you to desire me    
Lust for me          
Paint your arousal as you will        
         
II          
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My muse, the light catches your skin just so          
My hands want to paint where shadows play          
And my mind can only imagine          
Your virility moves me          
Turn your chiseled chin and close your eyes          
See me painting your beautiful form          
Muscles tense as you stretch          
Release before relaxing          
Waiting for my brush stroke          
         
III          
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You pose me for a longer painting        
Does the pose reveal what you desire?          
What parts of me do you want to fuck?          
Light scratches of pencil on paper as you plan        
Moving to paint          
The sound of brushes tapping on your water glass        
Patience and concentration to maintain the pose        
The thought of your brush strokes across my skin invade my mind        
Unbidden, I picture your brush        
Your lips        
Your wet sex        
I harden          
         
IV          
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I see your response in a new light          
Yes, my muse          
I will use you to my liking          
The finest silk scarves for your wrists          
I watch your hesitation          
Then slow, curious excitement          
Your form, perfection          
As I set the stage          
         
V          
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Muscle straining against the restraints  
You bind me to a wooden chair as you now want to see me  
Experience me  
Moving your easel to the view you desire  
Because you like it  
Because it makes you wet  
You paint your admiration  
When I look at you  
My body responds to the deep blue lust of your eyes  
The passion of your red curls and the womanly curves of your body        
         
VII          
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Brush moving to skin  
The rise and fall of your breath a heady arousal  
I have imagined the possession of you  
Brush swirling maddening slow  
Lips replace sable hairs  
A feather-light touch  
As muscles tense and release  
Erogenous zones electrified  
You tense          
         
VIII          
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Bound, I am at your mercy  
Your clothes drop  
Standing before me unadorned  
I drink in the sight  
Hands teasingly caressing your body  
Drawing my eyes to what I desire  
But out of reach  
Fingers moving between your thighs  
Teasing yourself for my enjoyment  
My desire maddening  
You place a moist finger to my lips  
A taste of your lust        
       
IX          
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I position myself above  
Lower onto your magnificence  
And begin the undulation of your undoing  
Looking into your eyes I caress my breasts  
As your hips rise to meet my wetness  
Wanton in my need for you I perform  
Your name escapes my lips  
In gasps and moans  
The sunlight catches the ripeness of your skin  
A masterpiece of maleness and beauty  
You strain against the silk  
In your fervor our eclipse takes hold  
Delivering our need