Start with a line down my spine.
Make it honey, syrup or wine.
Draw it straight or a wavy line.
I like watching you take your time.
Try a new brush.
Smear it with your tongue, there's no rush.
My flesh has now become flush.
Soon my excitement will gush.
Go around my thigh and up to my knee.
Brush across my folds so I can see.
Your finger tips are now painting me.
You will soon here my plea.
I now see your hardened steel.
Your paint I will soon feel.
My folds you now peel.
Your paint I intend to reel.
You slide along my channel.
The way you paint I can barely handle.
My fingers dig into the flannel.
My legs over your hips like a saddle.
I now feel your rapid pace.
You grab me showing urgency to this race.
Now paint this canvas near my face.
Your paint I will soon taste.