backroom_sonnets

The dark brings her rest
But it’s where he thrives
He grabs his paints and brushes to go to work
Painting every inch of my mind
The muse is her
While she sleeps she feeds him
Changing only what needs feed him
Longer hair as to see silky hair around my shaft while her wet warm mouth teases the end
Another scene with gold and silver rope hugging her lovely body pushing in all the right places
All this and more fueling a fire
But none of the paintings go into the fire
It just builds and builds
So while she’s at peace in reality
In my head, we are exploring bliss together
Goodnight sweet innocent girl
Maybe one night art will come to life