An Artists Canvas
Pale curves, milky flesh. Soft places to lose oneself.
A perfect blank canvas to leave memories of passion.
Hot welts and heavy touches write our story, words written with tooth and nail.
The beauty is, those words will fade, even while the memory of creating them remains.
So we write another chapter, pages filled with a touch, a hand against your throat, lips against your ear.
Word by word, mark by mark, the story grows, different every time.
The Dirty Romantic