Sorry...mystiques post made me feel like reposting this...

Curious hands exploring
Bristled parchment feeling
Lips sucking fingers
Dampening
Priming
Preparing them
For a sliding silky survey
As hungry lips slip softly over
The pulsing column of your throat
Down
…down
Downy fine
Landscape
Quivering with each
Flick of a curious tongue
Tasting salty sweet sweat
From your flesh
Taut
…Firm
…..Smooth
…….Strokes

With one final
Glorious
Bright burst of color
My masterpiece rests
Depleted
Completed ...

Eyes closed in
Triumphant delight
I am an artist born
Created
Perfected
Throughout this
White hot
Winter night
My talents
Acquired
Inspired
and honed ...

Upon the
Canvas …

… of you …

jan 19 2009

And what a masterpiece this write is.... is it getting hot in here yet?

Love it!

dont apologize for good work...

reading it twice is a pleasure-brings me back to all the HOT poems you have posted-now I'm remembering the one about the car

Hummmmmm I know it is getting warm in here now shshsh