a Free Man once said to me..."if I were an artist...you would be my Canvas and the instruments of use are to make you perfect and shine...or it is my responsibility to build you into an image of perfection"
I answered...
"paint me in the colors of your lust
leave the marks of your affection on the
pale canvas of my flesh
push my body to it's limits
writhing and whimpering under your touch
gasping and panting as you
draw your desire in bright crimson
on the pale skin of my thighs
burn your name into my heart
with your gaze
write my existence with your fingers
fill me with your soul
etch my nature with bright cold steel
claim me
utterly...completely
eternally
as yours"
