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Click hereHer canvas must be bare to paint,
So undressed it must be.
Picasso's role without complaint,
Is setting canvas free.
The process helps to build her burn,
Desires start to rise.
The painter's passion does in turn,
Build deep with burning eyes.
Her dress is chosen to entice,
Awaiting his confirm.
It's silk and lace the painter's vice,
Which makes his manhood firm.
He gently starts to break her free,
With buttons, hooks, and ties,
So slowly and seductively.
She moans with closing eyes.
It slips off shoulders, arms, and hips
The silk caressing skin.
Sometimes he doffs with urgent rips,
But even then she grins.
Her garment drops to hit the floor,
Her canvas now laid bare.
His gifted hands, though fingers more, Undressed her with such flair.