His hands are searching,
Touching,
Feeling.
Wanting to take in more of me.
My body is his canvas
And on it
He paints a picture of
Beauty and passion.
His body presses to mine
Softly
He wants more
That I won't give.
And now that I look
That picture
Wasn't of beauty and passion.
It was of lust and mistreatment.
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 12:48 AM UTC
His hands are searching,
Touching,
Feeling.
Wanting to take in more of me.
My body is his canvas
And on it
He paints a picture of
Beauty and passion.
His body presses to mine
Softly
He wants more
That I won't give.
And now that I look
That picture
Wasn't of beauty and passion.
It was of lust and mistreatment.
