The Canvas

By Sweetseduction

My hand warm and gentle softly brushes the hair from your face. With

eyes that speak volumes your gaze hypnotizes me. I place my forehead

upon yours as if to feel what you are thinking. With no words spoken my

hands portray what my voice can not. The silence is deafening yet one

sound rings loudly in my ears...it is the rhythmic sound of your heart.

I place my hand upon your chest and the soothing sound fuels me. Our

eyes never part and I tenderly take the back of my hand and brush your

cheek. You try to speak and with that I place one finger upon your lips

for I do not what the silence to be broken. I close my eyes feeling

your lips. I imagine them upon my body...knowing what power they

possess..my body erupts in gooseflesh and a smile slowly creeps to my

face. From your lips my fingers pause briefly at your chin..as if i

were standing at the edge of a cliff about to dive into unknown waters.

Knowing when I descend further there is no turning back. I close my

eyes and dive plunging head long into the depths of love. I trace your

neck and I am amazed at how graceful and delicate it is. My eyes still

closed I see you through my touch. Painting a picture in my mind..your

skin the canvas..my fingers the artist brush. The outline of your

ears..the softness of the lobes all captured through my touch.

Descending further my fingers now placed in the valley between your

breast. I climd to the summit where i am greeted by a totally different

texture. Your body reacts as I struggle to capture the feel...the

passion of your nipples. Cupping each breast I paint with wild abandon

the fullness of each. Every moment I linger I feel the fire which you

have kindled within me grow...spurred on by the fierce winds of

passion. What once was a simple spark will soon turn into a wildfire of

immense proportions burning out of control as I make love to you. With

palms placed upon your ribs I follow your curves. Feeling each rib

painting this picture in my mind..one that will be etched there for

eternity. As my hands trace each curve my lips are now placed upon the

canvas...covering your torso with gentle kisses. My hair like tiny

silken fingers paint the more delicate lines of your body. Down I

descend my hands now paused at your hips. My fingers and thumbs now

feeling the lines and curves. Firmly but with gentle care I grasp your

hips and pull them to me as my lips reach the object of my desire.  With

tongue and lips of a goddess I slide between your legs. I inhale deeply

taking in the scent that is you. My tongue now helps paint this picture

as I trail lovingly down between your lips. My hair painting the more

finer lines as it trails behind. My hands now on the outside of your

thighs I kiss my way down your legs. Never missing an inch of your

body. For i want this picture to be perfection an absolute recreation

of you in my mind forever. And as i end at your feet kissing feeling

tasting each toe I open my eyes and no matter how hard I have tried the

 picture that I have painted could never compare to the beauty that is

you.