We synergized tonight.
And even though u didn't let me ride
I still dig the way you felt inside;
Feeling your essence glide
within, out, across and against
my sugar walls,
like an artist's paint brush,
as sweet water rushes out
of me like waterfalls.
Lubricious kisses paint
the skin of your neck
and with each artful peck
a masterpiece is surmised.
Brush strokes disguised
as heavy breaths,
that accompany each kiss
that coats your canvassed neck.
Our tongues sculpted images
of salacious visages of lovers
exhaling exasperating gasps,
wailing songs of pleasure
until their voices begin to rasp.
And as my mouth strokes
your soft, luscious lips,
I run my fingertips
along your shoulder blades
tattooing scenes of lust
in a thousand colors and shades
and with every illustration
I will feel the ultimate
lovemaking sensation:
the masterpiece.