I haven’t yet told you
that I want
to etch you
into my memory
the canvas
my mind
the tools
my erotic charge
painting
every inch
of your sleeping body
Feet first
each toe traced
meticulously
“Lilith, the Science of lover painting.”
Blush is your skin
a bowl of milk
with a single
drop of blood
engrave the touch
my hands
firm muscles
buckling legs
a curious look
your lower back
Your sigh
fingers
rounded cheeks
pause
just a moment
leave a mark
teeth
Supple
stomach
kisses
like butterflies
forever
in my soul
Your breasts
complete
my dainty hands
warm
voluptuous
perfect storm
sensual witchery
Hard
the grip
my throat
you tell me
daddy
teaches
lessons
I haven’t yet told you
the star pupil
of the paintings
in my mind
someday
on display
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