Can I be the canvas to your paint brush, Slow smooth sketching there’s no need to rush.
Outline my thickness every dip every curve, Softly color them in with your special swerve.
Perfecting every inch leaving no curve undone, Lightly toning in them special ones.
Color me in with that special tone butterscotch swirl, Making this sketch rare like a priceless pearl.
Then place me on the mantle for them all to see,There will never be a duplicate of me.
He said yes I can be his canvas. So he studied each and every one of my curves as I modeled, posed, and seduced him with my alluring beauty, and this nice round shut your mouth girl.
He dipped his brush into butterscotch flesh tones, as he hone in he painted.
Bold strong strokes, flowing s-curves in thick and thin lines. His paint slashed all over the canvas dripping down all over my inner thighs.
Coating me over and over till I’m rich and full of brilliant custard highlights, I now glow from his precise touches.
I am framed in gold like royalty, for all of those to appreciate, and taken back by amazement that I am One of a kind truly a rare find.
–PoeticPrettywings
The Momma Clan 
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