The beauty of brushes and oil.
The beauty of frills
Of satin,
Of leather,
Of lace,
Of ruffling frills....delightful in the exciteful.
Delicate restraints...empty on the bedspread, waiting to be filled.
Just like the emptiness in me.
Waiting, to be filled to bursting until I overflow.
Too late to empty.
Too late to let go.
She manoevres in time with his brushes,
A sign.
She looks from above.
She waits.
She never is sated.
She never has enough of
Brushes and oil,
Frills,
Satin,
Leather,
Lace
Feeling complete she breathes the
Painting by him.
Languid and flowing
Her body slinks inside his glimmering restraints.
Waiting as his brushes revisit,
Adorning her on his canvas fantasy.
Reaching out, she barely touches the colours of her image.
Tied and adorned...
Tied and worshipped...
Tied and tormented.
Epitome of the tease,
Until the paint cracks.
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