A.H. Scott: Paint Me With Your Lips

Paint me with your lips

Brushstroke glides against unchallenged canvas

Assuredness of cool ever so true

High note and low note of kind of blue

So what of yesteryear; for the present moment is here

Miles and Gil imbue both artist and canvas with notes of skill

Sultry brass and keys of black and white teases our senses and heightens the incoming thrill

Tap into the set and rise of sun with yellows and orange bursts

Paint me with your lips

Decadent droplets of desire whispered by you

House on the beach in Malibu

Paint me with your lips

Rays of sun are like waves of sand drifting through my hands

Warm grains glisten as I gaze down at my palms

Canvas unchallenged is ignited by your deft pursuit

Tints of purple and bits of saturated blushed tones resemble angel’s fingers casting a pattern across the sky

Paint me with your lips

Impressionist interest you’ve taken in me

Abstract arousal is the flickering of what we’ve begun

Sketches of Spain drew us into a landscape of color, composure and contemplative notion

Assuaged in adagio’s awakening, the sheer curtains billows from dusk’s arrival through the sliding bedroom window

Breeze blows soft and desire blows hot

Taking your invitation was my affirmation for the exhibition of now

Brush of the back of your hand along my torso releases a sensual sigh

Paint me with your lips

My fingertips motion up your chest

Hands of mine feel the strength of your heart beating within

You smile at me and our lips connect

Canvas comes alive with artistic pleasure

Night ascends, as my slim fingers descend

Powder pink lace falls at my feet

Bra that matches is unhooked by you

Those strong hands of yours do what they do

My shy side appears, as I cup my breasts with both hands

You bring out that something in me, which eases my shy ways in your midst

I release the blossoms and am ready with you to take that lustful whirl

You still have on your trunks, but not for long

Standing there, sexy as hell with your intent so damned strong

Oh yes, I blush as we both know the melody of this scintillating song

Neither of us without a stitch

Paint me with your lips

Insertion and exertion takes us by storm of intimacy

Ocean waves are the soundtrack of our passion play

In each others’ arms, our two souls sway

Affected by you, affected by me

Scent of the ocean nearby is the fragrance of fantasy

Paint me with your lips

Ecstasy is an unknown expectation

Paint me with your lips

Framed by your brushstroke is where a contented canvas transforms into a masterpiece

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