- Erotic Poetry
- Picasso's Paint
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Click herePicasso's Paint is pure pleasure,
Applied with varied brush.
Combined with craft trade bold and sure,
Her body turns to mush.
Her lips are kissed with passioned pair,
Two tongues in tango dance.
Some mouths they like to gasp for air,
Stiff brush provides the lance.
His hands caress her hair, her skin,
Her breasts, tummy, and bum.
His fingers glide and press within,
To sometimes make her come.
His tongue paints trails along her spine,
And 'round her nipples twirls.
It slips along her oyster's line,
To find its hidden pearl.
His manhood rubs across her flesh,
Her breasts, her bum, and lips.
And when it's time for two to mesh,
Into her pussy slips.
His brushes stroke in many ways,
They touch, they tweak, they twirl.
They probe and pound as painter plays,
Until her world's awhirl.
- COMMENTS
PicassosPleasure4 months agoAuthorThat was beautiful! I have to wonder if you understand Picasso's persona better than he understands it himself. It is a pleasure hearing it from a woman's more feminine perspective.
melimelissa4 months agoIf their world fades in dizzy whirls,
Then she's the luckiest of girls,
For he'll revive her with his brush
Of lips that lick the softest bush
That he has tasted in a while:
A perfumed flavour to beguile
The painter with this living canvas
Because he knows that pleasure panders
To the hardness he parades,
Entrancing her as their world fades...
