Canvas and cherries
.\nAs if painting on canvas, trace the lines of my body, \nWith every brushstroke, evoke my desire so heady. \nLike a predator on the prowl, stalk me with your eyes, \nAnd in one swift move, leave me gasping for your prize.\nLet your fingers comb through my hair, \nAs your lips the color of ripe cherries ensnare. Tie me up, tease me, make me yours, \nLead me to the edge, with pleasure as our only cause.\nFrom tender whispers to frenzied screams, \nLet our bodies entwine, fulfilling our dreams. As we soar to new heights, with every touch and kiss, \nLet the fire of our passion never cease or miss.\nIn every word, let the ocean's voice be heard, \nA symphony of pleasure, a chorus of every bird. \nDraw me in, take me over, and make me yours, In a journey of ecstasy, where our love forever endures.\nSo take me as I am, with all my tales and scars, And together we'll create a masterpiece, \nunder the moon and stars.