My muse…


He was art
A muse to my mental
And here his canvas stood before me.
I had visions long before this night
Of how I would spill my ink onto these blank sheets
Of how this long waited, melanated being, would become my masterpiece
I was his peace
And spiritually his energy began to flow into me
bursting in orgasmic releases
Thrusting deeply
My palette spilled as he wedged himself between my thighs.
My breath released as he proceeded with gentle strokes
against my silent cries
Pleasure ran down my spine
We were flesh upon flesh
His frame pressed against mine
Time was no longer of the essence
we made use of every second, minute, and hours we were blessed with
Making messes
I swore I could feel him retrace me
My insides now dripping
Moments were captured when our brushes clashed
My vision now a painting
And my name imbedded within this canvas….my muse and I. -Valerie Rene’a 


Author: Valerie Rene'a

Author of Naked Tales and Hidden Desires and 52 Sandy Lane

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