Allow my tongue
to be the
paintbrush to
your body,
your chest,
your lips.
Allow your fetishes
to be the muse,
tracing your clavicles
down to and
around your hips.
Leaving marks on|
your back,
your neck.
Overlook your flaws
as beauty,
as art.
Just as
I’m almost done,
my tongue
will sign itself
between your legs.
(Source: coffeetotheorems, via pot-princessx420)
