My Body Is Your Blank Canvas
i want you to know,
my body is your blank canvas
paint me with the manicured strokes of your brush,
bathe me in the lipstick red of your infinite touch
exfoliate my highly charged tactile robe of flesh
hold me!
my mind is your barren field to seed,
fertilize my soil with your green thumb
water my crop deep to my roots
let my stalk grow tall and strong
feed me!
my spirit is your glass to shape,
heat my crystal under a hot blue flame
melt me down to blend into you as one
blow us under the fire a goblet for one
drink until we stagger sweet, drunk in lust
consume me!
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