The Darkened Canvas

Animalistic 🐯

Enjoy the ride...😏

“Lookin' like an angel,

But your savage love

When you kiss me

I know you don't give two fucks

But I still want that,

Listen,

I want you.

Wait….hear me.

I. Want. You.

Not in some Tumblr-ish

“Gotta fuck you”

Kind of way,

But in a visceral way

That engages my mind, and makes

My alone time interesting enough

To send tingles through my body,

While my hands coax my passion

Up and down,

Faster and faster and faster…

Until…

Unf..

Can’t finish yet.

Not until you understand

That I want you.

In ways that you can’t even imagine.

Just thinking about your lips

Cruising along the veins in my cock,

Make me shiver, and shake,

While my hand curls into a fist,

And my hips start to..

Mmmm…thrust up and into

The coconut oil filled pocket,

While I imagine that I’m holding your head

And thrusting up and into

The saliva filled pocket of your mouth..

And throat.

Feels. So. Good…

Feels.sooo…

Fucking…

I can’t yet…

Not until you realize

That I want you.

Your mind and your body.

Your smile and your sighs.

Your grunts and groans,

Your heated body and happy bouncing…

Your erect nipples and your pulsating pussy

That drips on command,

While I pin you to the bed,

Grab your ass

And take you like you’re

Mine.

All.

Mine.

Just like my fist moving like a

Blur.

Faster…faster…

Fuck..

“I want you”..

Do you hear my need?

Can you feel my craving between your legs?

Do you want me too?

I’m so..close…

So….

I have a problem.

See,

I have this huge,

Thick….

Member that needs

To be immersed into

Something wet and stretchy.

It’ll go as deep as you can handle.

You’ll be able to feel it’s every move

And jerk.

You’ll know it’s been there,

Even when it’s finished.

I have this big…

Throbbing…

Thing…

Between my ears,

That gets me in trouble,

But takes you to paradise.

Would you like to spread

Wide

And welcome my

Massive

Mind into yours?

I promise you’ll love

Every thrust.

And the depths of depravity

We can reach?

Oh babe, you don’t know

What it feels like to bottom out,

Until you’ve let me in…

Cause I’ll

Truly ..

I broke my own heart.

I took a hammer to that sucker

And pounded and pounded

And smashed and dashed

That fragile trinket to

Dust.

All because I could never accept

That I was worth far more

Than the way I allowed myself

To be treated.

Your pussy.

I want to write and whisper

Words that make your pussy

..that one between your thighs

The one that you think is safe?

I want to wreck that pussy

Right fucking now.

You’re working, true.

But my words can get to you,

And kiss your neck,

Then snake down your chest,

Between those luscious breasts

And wrap themselves around your clit.

These words can squeeze and massage

And tap and slap

And spank that pussy..

The one that is now almost throbbing?

That pussy that you really want to give me now?

These words and whispers will lick your clit

And rub your pussy

Until you’re squirming in your seat

And needy.

Sooooo

Fucking

Needy.

Your pussy.

I want to write and whisper

Evil things that slide between your

Swollen lips and lodge themselves

Thickly

Inside of the canal that houses

Every nerve that makes

Your spine stiffen in that seat,

Your nipples pulse from hardening too fast,

And your pupils dilate because

You know you’re fucked.

Because now,

My words and whispers and writings

Have started thrusting

In and out…out and in..

Teasing with tip and punctuation

Until you’re babbling and drooling and

Unable to speak coherently or even

Make a focused thought.

Because right now?

Now?

You want my words and whispers.

You want them inside of you.

You want ME

Inside of you.

Say I’m wrong.

Then again, it doesn’t matter,

Because your pussy has already told me the truth.

A lyric missing words,

A broken melody littered with

Wrong chords and sour notes.

A scattered harmony, lacking structure,

And the care to be restored.

When songs are forgotten, we lose a piece of our innocence.

When love is forgotten,

New melodies form slowly.

I’m probably not your cup of tea.

You won’t even look my way.

Much less have a taste to see just how

My particular makeup caresses your tastebuds.

Maybe I’m too strong?

Too soft?

Or perhaps my wrappings don’t appeal.

I’m probably not your cup of tea.

But..

I could be your cup of coffee.

Sure to wake you up with a smile.

Sure to give you that pep

Your life is begging for.

Yeah…I’m sure of it.

I’m the perfect cup of coffee.

Dark roast. Vibrant flavors.

Eclectic mixes from life and beyond.

Mixed and matched in specific ways

That are sure to grow a craving that

You’ve never known before.

Look past my packaging,

And explore my contents.

You’ll find that the best part of waking up…

Is me.

I may not be your cup of tea,

But you need to taste me.

Coffee.

Have some?

Look upon me, and tremble.

Past my ugliness,

My scars and hideous howls,

My groans and growls,

My claws.

Look upon me, and tremble.

Note my fangs,

How they drip and drool,

My words, how they force and chain.

My eyes…how they burn and provoke.

My skin…dark and ominous.

See me for what I am.

Look upon me and marvel.

Strength and courage.

How my passion brings wildfires from

Fantasy into your body.

How my touch sparks crazed imaginings

And immediate delirium.

How my presence fills the room,

And your mind.

Look upon me and marvel.

How my words break your defenses,

How my lips greet your goosebumps,

And my teeth produce wild howls

And growls.

How my scars tell my story,

One where you’re included in a master stroke.

See me.

Look upon me and know me.

Everything and nothing.

The Beast in the beauty,

And the Beauty in the beast.

Tremble, marvel, then surrender.

I’ll accept no other solution.

You’ll want no other solution either.

See me.

Know me.

Is not just

“I wanna fuck you”

Or, “I can’t wait to get you home.”

It’s not even just dirty text messages or

Naked pictures sent through the work day.

It’s a visceral

Immediacy.

A need that overrides circuitry.

It’s senses being overtaken by fantasy.

It’s,

My good tasting like your pussy,

To the point that I’m moaning aloud

While enjoying my favorite slice of pie.

I know it’s not you,

But I know I want you.

And that’s all that my mind can wrap itself around.

That’s what lust is.

Complete and total

Overwhelming of every thought,

Every fantasy..

Every physical reaction...just..ugh..

Kind of like my cock seizing,

And throbbing uncontrollably,

And making the front of my Hanes’

A sticky mess.

Like the heat that is beginning to

Affect my body temp,

And how my bald head is sweating,

And my tongue is dry,

And...fuck..

All I want right now

Is you on my fucking desk.

Bent over,

Or laying down,

Or under it..

Or..fuck it. I don’t even care.

I’m so in lust..

That my mentals are degrading.

Lust is

When every breath becomes your enemy,

It’s when your nerves betray control,

It’s when your pulse quickens

So fast that I feel your presence

Near me

When your miles away.

It’s when I throb so violently

That my spasms catch the eye of those around me,

And there’s nothing I can do.

It’s when I undress,

And that thin, sticky line of precum

Stretches from my clothes to my cock,

And I know that even just bumping

My shaft just right

Will unleash a torrent

Of dirty desires.

Like...now.

I...uhh...fuck...

So I’m gonna quit trying to voice my desire.

Will you?

Sit right there

In that there chair,

Slide your panties to the side,

And give me a glimpse?

Let me see you rock

Against your fingertips,

While your lips mumble

Incoherent words.

Slide one in,

Then add it’s friend,

Until your stuffed,

And then begin

To fuck yourself

The way you wish

That I was giving it to you.

Grab your tits and pull your nipples.

Let me see your body tremble

And shiver,

And quake,

As you scratch that itching ache..

Cause then I’ll see pleasure roll

All over your pretty face.

I wanna watch.

I want to hear you cum.

Every whimper.

Every sigh.

Every grunt, and groan and whine.

Every song from perverted lips,

A sexy chorus,

With whispered lines.

I need to hear your crescendoed tones,

With profanity laced begging,

And melodious tones.

I wanna hear.

I’m going to make you cum.

Hands over your mouth,

With a hand on your throat,

The slapping sounds as we meet,

And you give my cock

A coat of your thickest

Of appreciative creamy displays.

Im going to leave my mark,

Teeth prints in your skin,

Digging deep into your pussy,

With a finger playing at and in

Your ass,

Before your wetness gets in,

And that finger leads to the elation

Of double penetration.

A rhythm unlike any other

Alternating pistons,

Tearing you to pieces,

And shocking your system.

Fulfilling your addiction,

Baby you are my drug,

I’m deranged while we bang,

Your moans filling my skull.

More like a bull,

Primal and reckless...

I’m not quite sure how much better

I can address this.

I’m gonna do it.

On the morning I saw the sunrise

Between your thighs,

My sleepy eyes

Focused and I rose,

And took ahold

Of your still sleeping form.

Your skin felt warm,

And your eyelids fluttered,

And your breasts kind of shuddered

When my fingers brushed against them.

I wanted to kiss you good morning,

So when my lips touched yours

Your body woke up

And your thighs clamped down

Around me, pulling me

Automatically

Into

Where the sun shone brightly.

The first kiss around wet labia

Lingered,

But the second one found

A very willing flower

Opening her buds to show the freshest

Dew

That morning had ever seen.

The third kiss probed

The fourth, pulsed and circled

The fifth added fingers

While the sixth soothed your sex.

Kissing and flicking your clit

Had your body almost floating

While your tasty hole

Poured into my mouth really joyfully.

And..

Kiss number seven felt your landscape shift...

Vibrating and shaking,

Something else was amiss.

Flavor changed, something happened in my brain

Kiss 8 was from a desire now pushed toward insane.

Kiss 9 blew your mind, fingers teasing your behind

Just to find the combination

That would make the sun burst.

Kiss 10

Bent you.

It pulled me.

We melted into each other

And you into my mouth

Upon my tongue

Down my chin

And onto the sheets.

The sun shone high and proud,

Your blush radiantly bathed

My lips totally coated

In the beauty of morning.

Somehow your eyes stayed closed the entire time,

As I stomp with spiked soles

Across the same traps designed to keep me out..

Give me your mouth..

Allow your lips and tongue to drink in my Amor..

So that every word I hit you with

Further awakens you, whore...

You try,

You tempt..

You..

You're so damned bent

That you incense the scary portion

No one has dared

To

Fuck

With

And

Since you insist

On being a adventurous wench..

Lets unclinch your corset..

And see how spilled you can get..

Lets

Slap against your clit with the rage of palm..

As I wane and wax your brain till it's golden as flax..

And then relax as I strap you down and further

Deranged you..

I aim to maim you..

Cause you won't be tamed. .

You..

You...

You, fight and claw, refusing to give room..

Shoving you back

Against the wall

Ripping away

Then picking

You up and up..

And setting you

Down

Down

Down. .

Until you lock in

In the place

Set aside just for you..

Is this what you wanted?

No turning back now.

Don't run away..

Come to me..

Get

Here

Canvas.

You are my canvas.

Undefiled until my

Brush paints you with a heavy hand

And heavy strokes..

Slaps, and taps..

And braided rope.

And you hope the knots will come..

Down that rope your juice will run..

In those knots, your body cums..

And hums like a well oiled machine.

Canvas,

You are my canvas..

The picture where my evil dwells..

Illustrating heavenly hells

Where i ring your bells and

Cause your swells

With waves that surely signal a death knell…

Well….

Dipping brush from north to south…

Let my paint drip in your mouth…

Or we’ll find another route..

Destroying rooms in perfect house.

Cunt and ass…tongue and hands..

Legs and thighs sore…

Don’t you move.

Hold that pose, as knots grow tight..

Ropes will hold Slut still all night…

To be sure I paint you right.

Canvas,

You are Mine…

My Canvas.

Beautiful mess from deranged brain..

Trace your wicked tongue across vein..

Taste this mix of muse and Master..

Batten down and take me faster..

Harder, don’t you want acclaim

Scribed on you…my fucking name.

Claimed and sealed…

Our deal complete…

The studio melted…

From

Our

Call me sexy,

But for my mind rather

Than my abs or my big black…

Well…it’s actually brown.

Like my eyes. Calm and transfixing..

Muddy like waters roused by

Pondering and mental meanderings

Through darkened skies and

Bright smiles.

Call me sexy,

But only after you’ve seen my capacity

For understanding your emotions,

For seeing who you are,

And then speaking truth to the power that you

Hold within

You

Are sexy. But not for your pictures or

Even for the way you look in

Fishnets or your poses,

But rather because you

Exist.

I’ll call you sexy because I see the truth of you.

The beauty of you.

Because I know you, and truly see

You.

Only call me sexy