My touch paints your canvas a lovely hue,
watercolors smear where my tongue touches you.
Our pallet is full of red and pinks,
occasionally we work in ink.
Watching your skin burst to life with a squeeze,
drinking you in while you melt to your knees.
Stroking my finger along your brush,
painting with you is quite the rush.
Molding and shaping your curves and contours,
locked on your eyes, the most beautiful lures.
Figures intertwined, shadows stippled over us,
drawn together with each thrust-
There's no need to rush a masterpiece.
Written in collaboration with the lovely and talented
@sunravelme. #equalworkforequalcake
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