October 27, 2008 § 5 Comments
Camera posed in his hands.
Her body spread out like an ever going canvas of beauty.
Sculptured in front of him.
“More” he asks.
His hands curving round the inch’s and leaps of her body.
“Touch” he begs.
Running his hands down into the silky wetness that leaves trails.
She’s his muse.
Her body rolling.
Smiling in his presence.
She loves him.
She wants to impress.
The soft light cascading over her.
Creating tiny lights of dancing shadows.
His cock now pushing against her barriers that are now down.
Her body arching.
In a canvas and world of lights and colours.
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