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Paint
The droplets of wet paint
Dripping slowly down the cold walls
Onto our naked skin
Intoxicated by the lust of our sex
The steam and heat
As your artistic paint sprays deep inside me
I come
As your manly hands spread the wet paint
Over my intricate landscape
I feel your tongue
I feel your hardness as my artist
I come
As your wet hands hold my b****ks
My br**sts in your sensual mouth
I am smothered in your artistic paint
I am intoxicated by the aroma of your paint
As our paint is spread on the hard wooden floor
From my toes to my fingertips to my lips
The soles of my feet
I am covered in your sensual paint
You are my artist
You are my paint
I am the canvas on which you paint
Your Naked Poet
Toria
28/12/2021
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