Her skin a blank canvas
Smooth and paper white
Her story is written within, he can tell by the look in her eye
Tell-tale signs within the lines on her face
The scars on her skin, draw a life before him
A life, from this moment, he will erase with no trace.
His eyes devour the possibilities before him
Oh, how she is ripe for his creation
He lays her down, the four poster their easel
His eyes, they take her in completely
His fingers, they draw lazy patterns upon her skin
His way of warming up he says as she alights within
Eager now, he paints his love.
Every brushstroke, every cleansing dip into her liquid abyss
They begin to create His Masterpiece
Confident now, he penetrates deeper
His brush, a sensual stroke against her page
His mind lost in creation; he moves in the only way he knows how
His Masterpiece
Oh, how she unfolds underneath him.
It’s magnificent
She leaves her own mark, half moons of fingernails run parallel down his back
The shapes they create, shading each gasp
His eyes lock onto the colour exploding beneath him
Deep hues of passion red and lovely gold entwine
The look in her eye as his brush sweeps through the wilderness one last time.
In awe and in love
A final brushstroke, gentle to complete
He takes a step back
Ecstatic and consumed
He signs his name with a kiss.