As the first brush stroke touched the canvas a outline was formed...
A trace of a woman not yet born....
A soul of a woman not yet formed...
Until the first stroke of your brush brought her into existence...
Until the caress of your touch brought down her resistance...
You took my body on a journey of ecstasy When you outlined my soul on your tapestry... As you traced my body for all to see...
The intricate makings of me....
As the strokes of your brush brought me to life....
Your embrace breathe into my soul....
Spinning my mind out of control....
From the heat of this passion That's burning in my soul.....
Now my body's calling you....wanting you....
Needing to feel the touch that sent me on a rush....
All thru one stroke of your brush....
Your kisses sent me to a place where time stops and leaves no trace of tomorrow And all I can do is cry out for more....
So I'm ready to explore the depth of your commitment...
Cause in you I've lost all control of my mind, body, & soul...
Your touch makes me moan It feels to right to be wrong....
You drew the essence of my heart-within the confines of your art....
You placed me inside of myself and let me see the beauty that was within...
With each layer of my skin that you etched, you made me shiver You made me shake with every deep stroke that your brush makes as it draws and outlines my fate....
I can't deny the pleasure I feel inside....I'm on a wave I just want to ride....
I want to ride until my hearts content, cruise until my soul has spent....
All the time it needs to surrender to you....
Now take me from this canvas, place your body close to mine....
So that our bodies can intertwine & move to a rhythm that's smooth as wine....
Let our bodies melt into each other.....seduce me like no other....can....
Make me moan, cause we're both grown.....
As the last brush stroke touched my canvas a woman was formed.....