Your hands roam over my canvas,
Create a masterpiece upon me,
sky,
grass,
mountains,
waterfalls.
Your lips brush kisses upon me,
soft,
sensual,
wet,
tasty.
Your body falls upon a waiting ravine,
bending me,
molding me,
holding me,
melting me
into the desire of your choice.
Create a masterpiece upon me,
sky,
grass,
mountains,
waterfalls.
Your lips brush kisses upon me,
soft,
sensual,
wet,
tasty.
Your body falls upon a waiting ravine,
bending me,
molding me,
holding me,
melting me
into the desire of your choice.
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