The Canvas

The Canvas

By Meredith

A touch… a modest gaze… my fingers impersonate a paintbrush, carefully painting a resplendent scene for us to share in. The long, velvety bristles of my brush caress your alluring canvas… the thrill of illustrating this sensual consummation captivates my living essence. Together we have carefully chosen what colors to use on our palette.

My tongue grazes across your abdomen… saliva is my paint, creating a picturesque scene of my undeniable thirst for you. A gasp of realization ensues as the low light from the candle flickers violently. Hands intertwine as the painting matures… quick glances evolve into unbreakable stares as my palms caress your motherly hips… I shiver as my lips surround your loving sanctuary-sealing my breath of life to your wonderment… your being.

Our night evolves and the painting is now clear to see… the boundaries of our canvas have been expanded-a choice easily made by both. Brushes have been set aside in favor of our lips. Thoughtful attention is paid to every curve, every knoll of heavenly flesh I so desire.

This longing can only be quenched by your tender mercy, Dearest Michelle. Take this depraved woman inside your angelic womb, and give birth to her anew. Yours… unconditionally. Let us draw the lines that will dictate the inevitable outcome… kisses welcome long, meaningful embraces as we both realize that few will ever grasp the significance of this painting we have created together… as one.

Happy Valentine's Day, Lady Michelle

Kisses and Hugs...
~Meredith~