Her artist and his canvas
150 Words
I'll paint you in Red, he said.
As I laid there naked, my body his canvas.
He placed knife, paddle, blindfold, belts and rope on the table.
I averted my eyes, as my cheeks turned red from blushing.
He tied my hands together, intending it to leave imprints of red.
He blindfolded my eyes, biting my lips leaving it swollen and red.
He kissed every inches making me to writhe in bed.
He marked my body with love bites leaving it purple and red.
He spanked my butt, till it was burning hot and red.
He f****d me hard, leaving me sore and my vision was blurred and red.
He carved my skin with knife writing "Mine", leaving it bleeding red.
He untied me removing the blindfold.
As I stood in front of the mirror, I realised...
Until I met him,
I never knew like grey, red had shades too.
- Writer
