Brushstrokes……

[PixieDust]

Fix your eyes and watch me seethe

My flesh retaliates as I breathe

 

Your strokes are swift, the ache is deep

Such a feeling I long to keep

 

I brace for the next unknown blow

Can you tell me how I love this so?

 

Every stroke, pulsating through my veins

Driving through like a freight train

 

Free falling into the seducing abyss

Drowning in contented bliss

 

Your p*ainter’s brush is finally tuned

This is your craft, this is your duende

 

My skin blushing from your precision marks

Crimson radiating like jumping sparks

 

Each bl*ood vessel bursts and blows

Your masterpiece creating shows  

 

Electricity dances and fills the static air

Your touch yielding beauty and flare

 

Another splattering makes its way home

A beautiful endless palindrome

 

I shudder and feel the burn

Moans betray me at every turn

 

Your mural now a flooded field

You know all too well how to wield

 

The composition is now complete

This is one p*ainting you’ll want to keep……

[Se****]

A veritable cornucopia of feelings and visions. Thank you for this beautiful expression.

[Ma****]

I love this Pixie, I can almost feel as I imagine, 😍

[Be****]

🖤

[Sp****]

Wonderfully descriptive work Miss Dust!! 
you guide the reader so eloquently that no imagination is required to feel the scene. 👏👏👏

[Deleted Member]

This is beauriful writing... very vivid! 💎

[st****]

On 5/17/2025 at 5:45 PM, PixieDust said:

Her smouldering sins are buried deep

You know the ones you want to keep

 

A salacious lust that leaches out

Where carnal impulses are always about

 

Her gluttony is no subtle fast

It drips from her like molten glass

 

She craves the beast to feed her famine

As her desires are his to examine

 

Her greed creeps in with lightning sp*eed

She has a ravenous and wanting need

 

His power over her, is her cherished sin

Like a sloth, she drinks him slowly in

 

Playing like a slow-moving dream on repeat

He is her elixir that makes her feel complete  

 

His wrath is what entices in her in  

A heavy pool, that can drown her within

 

She is drawn to him, like a moth to a flame 

In hope he will deliver his unwavering p*ain

 

Her envy is a sense of perpetual longing

An ache, a necessity, a belonging  

 

Her pride always messes with her mind  

Like a good mind fuck, forever entwined  

 

She will always struggle to ask for more

But have no doubt, it is him she adores

 

Her sins are there for his undertaking

Can he unleash them and leave her shaking? ……

Making the skin blush, now that's a Glitch verse, "...going to p*aint that *** artsy that she's going to blush all pink and pretty"