Painting LoversPainting Lovers by smurfboy21
"Why haven't you painted me, yet?" She inquires as she lounges upon my bed pleasuring herself after we have made love.
"What are you talking about?"
"You have paintings all over the house of your past lovers, but you haven't painted me, yet?"
"I don't know. Haven't had the time."
"Why haven't I painted her...?" The question dwells within as I make my way to the shower....
I put the towel on the rack and open the curtain just enough to get my hand to the knob. I turn it all the way over; so, when I pull the pin to engage the shower head I can jump into the shower without worrying about cold water on my skin. Then, I can turn the knob slowly the other direction to find that right temperature. Now, the drops sooth, calm, and relax.
"Why haven't I painted her...?"
The question returns, as I prop my self against the wall and enjoy the burning sensation on my back.
I think of our moments together. I see her wonderful smile. Hear her loud great laugh. Feel her skin pressed up a