She is my vision
of perfect beauty
Her ass a blank canvas
stretched before me
Awaiting my delectable
yet powerful input
Will I paint in broad strokes
with paddled leather
or narrow stripes of fiery red?
Or perhaps
hundreds of tiny pink points
shaped like the constellations
at the behest of my hands ?
Her plump clouds
of pure white skin
now stand testament
to her desire within
will result in
a masterpiece
of pleasure and pain
For now she will
carry its beauty
We lay in the aftermath
Both still coming… down
Slowly starting to catch
our breaths
Basking in a euphoria
as our hearts still pound
to a sound
An intimate rhythm
that’s so unique.
There is nothing that
can really compare
Such raw passion
in its purest form
Delicate Intimacy
Is what we shared
