A Muse Part 1

The gentle breeze swayed the tops of the flowers. The petals glowing in the afternoon sunshine. My lovers' eyes twinkled as he carried on doing the thing he loved most in the world.

I sat on the warm grass waiting and watching him, willing him to finish. I watched as his paintbrush stroked the paper. At the point in time, I wished he would use his paintbrushes on me. Seeing him be loving to the paper made my desire grow.

I slowly got up, he didn't notice, and ran to him. I wrapped my arms around his strong neck from behind. There was a small gust of wind and his long brown soft hair caressed my face. How I wanted him.

I reached around his body and took the paintbrush from his perfectly formed hand. He gripped my wrist, the sign that his craving was growing for me. I needed to feel him stroking and loving me.

He led me away from his precious painting equipment. He led me down on the soft grass and as my hair tumbled upon the ground, he leant over me and kissed my white neck.

I ran my hands through his thick hair as his lips hungrily sought mine. His tongue probed against my mouth seeking a way in as his hands ran over my body. I closed my eyes from the bright blue sky. I wanted this to last forever.

My lover got up, there was a pause, then he was there again but he was this time naked. I could feel every ridge of his muscular body as my hands wandered. I could feel his passion rising.