Gliding strokes,
temptation beneath my toes—
slow, deliberate,
my soles becoming his favorite canvas.

Every stroke builds the tension,
every movement a little less innocent, until he’s ready to leave his finishing touch.

Then he paints my soles with his warm release, dripping over every curve, leaving his signature exactly where he wanted it.

A little filthy,a lot artistic—and one hell of a masterpiece. 🖌️🖼️