My fingers caress your body like a paint brush, I paint each part slowly to know the points which are the sensitive to my brush on your canvas skin.
My lips are the red, they touch your canvas slowly, as I move over it goose bumps and moans as sensitive parts are touched skin to lips the canvas reacts.
I dip my fingers in to your awaiting paint box, your ecstasy as my brushes slowly dip in and out, I dip once more and lick the tips a taste of perfection now painted on my lips.
You are my canvas of sin, I will paint pleasure on your skin, my fine brushes are lips as they caress the canvas and my fingers are the the hard brush strokes against your flesh as they dip in around your paint box my fingers tasted your pleasure within.
You are my naked canvas, that I will turn in to my master piece of pleasure, skin to skin are paints will mix and pleasure is our brush stokes on each others skin.