With every stroke he paints my soul, just like I'm his canvas
He colors my world with shades of gold, to him I am the finest
His lips are like watercolor, wet with creativity
His sensual kiss tastes like sweet serendipity
A work of art in his touch alone
My body clenches when he's in his zone
He creates a masterpiece with his fingertips
His talent, his passion is my pure bliss..
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