Soft, slow, teasing
your hardness glides along my lips
slick and warm, sliding, pressing,
Wet
You play me like a violin,
fingers firm, guiding my pitch.
Each stroke, each glide,
a note of pleasure,
a moan caught between lips.
Our bodies hum in rhythm,
hips moving, pressure building,
not yet, not yet—
just this, just us,
just the pleasure before the fall.
Unique Artwork
Artwork ships rolled worldwide with DHL
Pick-up at my atelier in Vienna is possible
Black frames available for atelier pick-up (can't ship glass this size)
This artwork is a unique original. It therefore bears traces of my creative process which might involve wrinkles in the paper.
Soft pastel on brown paper
