Masterpieces

He plays piano inside of me 

Finger tips stroke each key 

I slip 

into 

A dangerous 

 Yet pacifying realm 

Moaning 

his favorite melodies 

Perhaps 

We’ve sang this song

before 

He scribbles notes

with his tongue 

Entangled

in a naked chamber  

aromas linger 

Hot breath 

Erotic fluids  

flesh stained lips 

Cool his shaft 

 Bite marks

Chiseled on my soul …

 

He pins me up against the wall

 We Paint a filthy  picture

 of lust and selfish desires

In a sultry room  

I relent and surrender 

 As passion oozes onto  a blank canvas 

 He Traces the curvature of my body with his brush 

Divides my legs 

 devours  my innocence  

 Intensifying the momentum 

with his every stroke 

Unholy, yet intoxicating  

He was fine tuned 

Curated by god

 sculpted to perfection  

Pined up against the wall 

Splattered in white secretions 

Insides mangled

  mouth cinched shut 

Bounded   and defiance 

  We are art 

  I am his masterpiece

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Biography

Jennifer Meyers loves to express herself creatively through writing.