What would you prefer my lady

Missionary, doggie, or cowgirl, he asked mischievously 

Art, I would prefer, she replied

When your hands are clasped with mine

When your legs pin me down

When your eyes are locked with mine

I want you to see me

The art I exude

Through my eyes

When ravish me my love

When my breasts are plastered

To you with sweat

When my rose petals

Bloom with your feathered touch

That's the art

I would prefer, my love.

©LR