Treasure Island

a nobody named maui


Artistic Touch


Press me softly against the bed
Touch my lips with the deepest of intents
You kiss with urgency and the desire to taste
Softly you caress, not a moment’s gone to waste.

Above me you lay, so strong and warm
Resting on my body, as your hands start to roam
Every inch of flesh, each nook and crevice
Became slave to your touch, as you make me your masterpiece.

Painting my skin with the fire in your fingers
You poise sensuous strokes that create sweet trembles
The canvass is ready and I rise with the flames
Under your ministrations, it is artistry untamed.

Submitted: Saturday, March 04, 2006

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