Make love to me skilfully

Not with your delicate touches

Nor with your pompous thrusts

I wish to be worked upon

Like a piece of art

A caress here

A lick there

Till I'm tortured

With my breasts tender

And nipples erect

My navel burning

And my forests drenched

The artist in me

Yearns to blushed 

In every shade.

©LR