Art (Seduction 2)

Dick inside your paint...

Creates, passion...

As I stroke with the mind of Picasso my mind of its own has stolen my identity and your tenderness...

So sweet, it would come off the bone...

While bone in you tend to quiver and admire my artsy way to make you spread your imagination to allow me deeper into your love for the craft I conjure up...

You can paint to and now it's all over my brush, you lick it off seeing as it isn't toxic, ours love isn't damaging... 

Why has it been so long? Since I've seen you here in bare skin...

I mean all I need is too make love to you instead of telling you since we can't talk with our mouths full...

Come around you know how you get when you around me and how round is your body? I forgot from the last massage...

Moving my fingers around inside you trying to convey messages inside of you...

I'll be here forever just call my house the canvas, with you inside it I'll bring my bristles and go to work on you girl... 

I have more than enough nozzle to fill your pump I would never gas you up...

I know I'm pleasing you if you tell me to go deeper and I tell you to say "please daddy" and you can't form any words while I'm pleasing you...

You scratch your name out on my back and I dig mines and carve it inside...

How does it feel? Does it feel like it did before? Would you like me to kiss it more? Is my grip around your neck too much to adore? Too much to adore...

The feeling of me owning you when we're inside these sheets better not scare you... 

My personal Mona Lisa...

Moaning out pleasures as I lean inside...

There's no such thing as going to far when I'm inside...

No stalling or stopping either until I get to the climax of this experience...

I got a fetish better yet an infatuation with fucking you until you cry...

Only cause you know I love you so good those aren't even my intentions but you can't help it no matter how much you push away my thighs...

I can read the arch in your back with my eyes closed...

Just let me paint, tell me it's okay to release wherever I want on your canvas...

Your mouth, breast, wherever you need the warmth...

Lick the paint off so we can lay in our creativity...

Moments

It's just crazy how we have these moments to create, that all get washed away cause a text was answered late...

Dinner dates and spending money things back then I thought would get a honey, but that'll just add to the anger of knowing you was just here taking advantage of me...

But when the both of y'all become an us words like love and trust, take on a humongous part of the souls of us...

That love gets crumpled up and that trust gets thrown away, cupids arrow gets broken in half and your broken heart decides to stay...

Nothing's truly changed both of y'all go about y'all's own ways, things seem awkward when you meet again cause the relationship turned strange...

When I tell you I don't get you it's because I feel like we're straining the moment we have, by trying to pick up broken pieces of sad...

I mean I understand I'm too much of a man or too less of a man, seeing as the things you wanted from me I refused to give up like my manhood in a can...

And seeing as you're more happy with him then you ever have been with me I can see who's the sucker and who just got sucked off...

But the best of my wishes, you'll never get your hands dirty if you refuse to clean the dishes... 

I'll always have space in my heart for you I just couldn't be that guy and you probably don't care now but later you will...

I've learned the females that come on the strongest the soonest, never meant a thing and you knew this... 

It's like you lack the aptitude to give me attention, but gain it when I'm attentive to others that's sad to mention...

And I tried even when I shouldn't, and to think that you didn't appreciate that so when I don't talk now just know I understand I shouldn't...

Seasons

I met winter for the first time today

Model walk cold, she made my thoughts froze right away

As she pranced my thoughts roamed on what to say

But my lips solid and my tongue stuck till this day

I just stalked her like a hawk does its prey

And flew around her in my mind flew away 

flew with her to my lair and made her stay

Then the weather changed

Spring, I sprung into your mind you told me

"Even though your mood swings I knock you down every time

Kiss you up your thigh every time"

....I was too predictable for you to stay being mine

Before I got to tell you what was on my mind the weather changed

Autumn may I caress your cleavage 

Tickle your spine and let you hold my penis

I fell hard for you fall you drew up your strength to catch me and trace 

The windy storm it's raining from your embrace

As I now in your presence look up to your reverence and say grace

...then feast upon your plate

This is my season 

Alone in my bed clinching my heart like it stopped beating

Depressed questioning whether or not me and you will ever have special meaning

My silence on the issue makes me miss you but you aren't aware

I look down at the steps but can't envision your stare 

I just wanna know how to get through to you

...Instead of looking through you