- Erotic Poetry
- Picasso's Pleasure
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Picasso's Pleasure paints on you.
Your canvas soft and lush,
With oils of blended nature's hue,
From soft and silky brush.
For hours on end he moils and toils,
To draw your pleasures out.
In this he never fails or foils.
Your end is not in doubt.
His strokes are long and deep for thee,
Or light with tiny swirls,
Each stroke is placed so carefully,
To bend your toes in curls.
In studio of candle light,
On beach beneath the stars,
Regardless where you spend the night,
You'll feel like you're on Mars.
Picasso's Pleasure now you see,
Is sensual and pure.
His aim to set your pleasure free,
He'll do so, that's for sure!
So lay with him, his lover be,
And he will promise this,
You'll lose yourself in ecstacy,
Then sweet and total blisss.
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