Paint the Canvas

Within these walls it’s just you and I
The heart craves what the heart craves
Its embodiment is that of a blank canvas
The escence of this painting yet to be formed
Single brushstrokes against the flesh
Driven to give are will to the desire of are art
Her body was slim and pert
A naked candid between her legs wanted pleasure
On the soft bed she layed on her back
I was her oral avant-garde
Moaning, playing in my hair
Showing characteristics of a decorative orgasm
Letting out coarse language from her mouth
She had a garish look on her face
Pushing me down, she got on top
Her wanting for perforation was lurid
The motion of her was fluid
Graceful harmonious vigor
Cheeky smiling at my lucid expressions
Till I had her underneath my shadow
Thrusting passionately into her
Wanting more she wrapped her legs around my waist
A systematic cohesion
Bloomed profound zealous
Ending in a vivid refine