4 am erections i wake, sweating shirtless bathed in moon light. my trembling hands. reaching for her. in blinding darkness of another night. absent her glory. i know she waits for me... in the shed naked white skin a fresh canvas. waiting for me to stand over. paint brush dripping my wild desire there is only our, one time. each movement precise every stroke each brush with a wet finger. must be perfect for her my fresh canvas. a thousand aborted sketches. worlds visions signs i long to unfold upon her if i rush if i fail there is always turpentine and spray paint... the fumes give funky erections.
Posted on: Tue, 16 Sep 2014 02:39:37 +0000