Thought Pieces

As she lay naked on the bed, i sit between her legs.

Our legs intwined, as i stare at her naked beauty, with a brush in my hand, and chocolate to my side, serving as my paint.

I begin to scroll fancy letters, spelling out words of my passion of lust for her.

Using her bare body as my canvas, i begin to work away.

Her body already a piece of arts perfection, my addition appears merely as grafity.

But its what makes her body more uniqually my own.

As my brush slides down her body, twisting and turning as every unexpected point, she trys to hold back her excitement.

I can see the thrill, in her eyes, her eyes bright blue, open wide as if to anticipate my next stroke.

Every artist has their style, and i am no exception.

I outline her body, touching a long her curves, as i kiss her, i reach back and dip my brush into my paint of chocolate.

As out lips seperate the brush replaces my lips.... i outling her lips with chocolateas if it were lipstick.

She promised not to intake the chocolate till my work of seduction is complete, and i see her struggle with her own words of restriction, so i tease her more.

I kiss her, smearing the chocolate onto my own lips, as i pull away, my tonguerolls over my lips, taking in the chocolate she promised to keep withdrawn from, for i did not make the same promises which she had.

I re outline her lips with chocolate but this time it is much thicker, as the chocolate dribbles into the crack of her lips, she shuts her eyes tightly, breathing heavily trying to close out the temptations.

I run my brush down each side of her neck connecting in the center of her chest, i put the chocolate on thick and watch the natural artistry take place.

The chocolate sooths down her body and breaks out to coat her ripples of small muscles.

The chocolate slows down and stops, and i continue the strokes of my brush, but this time the artistic development is much more riska and animal prone.

I continue by camoflaushing her nipple, with the thick sweet chocolate, she sighs at the cool touch of chocolate, which i swirl little circles with my brush, around her supple breasts.

As i do so, she arches her back, and leans back onto her hands, opening herself to me, as if enlargening the canvas.

Her body so beautiful and even more tasteful, she makes my poor artistic ability look amazing.

My brush runs down her long slender legs, drawing images of hearts and arrows, as i stroke up and down she moans in delight.

But im sure to restrict my painting, i leave the center of her creative supurity unmarked, for my gravity is by far unworthy.

So i continue on her arms, painting a think line of sweetness down each finger, spaning across her arm, with this i am done.

Her body covered from head to toe, but something is missing.

With a dab on her nose, i ask her to stick out her tongue, and she is quick to comply, as she does i lay a thick stroke on her tongue, too much for even her to resist.

With the chocolate engulfing her tongue, i can see that shes ready to give in, im ready to claim victories.

But from the corner of my eye, i see her hand, she raises her hand and with her chocolate striped finger, signals me to move in close to her.

I stare at her, such beauty, my creation is alive, who knew a goddess of sweetness existed.

As i get closer, her hand wrappes around the back of my neck, and she pulls me in, and kisses me deeply.

Unattenionally smearing chocolate on me, or she she claims.

And this is where things begin to heat up, for this is the end of my creativity, and the begining of hers.

I call my creativy, Etch a Sketch art, and hers is known as abstract art, together we call this fore play.