May 31, 2010

• His Canvas

  Her body is his artwork
  His canvas
  His inspiration
  His lips touch her smooth skin
  His fingertips caress
  His hands kneed
  He can feel her bones beneath soft flesh
  Her muscles ripple and move as he explores her beauty
  She guides his hands where passion moves her
  The soft graze of teeth and tongue
  The trail left behind by his sweet breath
  The silky trace of desire
  It’s just this moment
  Every crevice explored, relentless
  It lasts a lifetime,
  This journey
  Pleasure is only a brief stop in the interlude of ardor
  Shadows play in the candlelight
  And his mouth and fingers still upon her,
  His canvas

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