ღ ♡The Painter & The Canvas♡ ღ

You are the finest of canvas,
but you havent noticed.

As the painter,
I need to make you mine.

My hands, as brushes,
draw lines of pasion and desire along your pale skin,
they slide among your curves,
stroking every inch of perfection
every corner of pleasure.

My fingertips,
running through the depths of your being,
owning you...
making you mine.

I feel you arch with my tender touch.

My senses burst at the smallest sign of delight,
contemplating the masterpiece before me.
The painter will always be a server of the canvas......
It's in the beauty of it where her true talent resides.