To My Muse with Love

He thought of her, the paper in front of him begging to be dressed in a kaleidascope of colors.  His muse was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, the more his eyes looked upon her the more his imagination flowed with ideas.  The subject of this piece was to be her, it was going to be a tough task to be able to translate something so pretty to the page making sure his hands got it all down perfectly.  This time he was lucky as the subject of this masterpiece was set in front of him, posing under the lights with a fan keeping her cool.  The pencil was picked up and sharpened slowly, the shavings hitting the floor ever so quietly as not to disturb the scene.  The angle of the canvas only allowed her to see the top half of his face, his eyes watching her carefully and taking in every detail of her majesty.  As if on a musical cue in his head, the graphite struck the paper and moved in a flurry of circles and arcs, lightly tracing outlines of what would soon be her.  From her position he looked like he was conducting a symphony, the passion of it allowed her own mind to travel and hear the silent melodies in her head.  She was sat comfortably, leaning on one arm and her right leg up bent at the knee.  A spotless white sheet draped itself over her hips that exposed just enough skin to tantalize but not enough to become lewd.  Her outline was traced into view and he sat back comparing the two to ensure they matched up before he began stirring the paint cans.  Each color the consistency of liquid that held an aspect of her being.  The skin tone was mixed first with the brush dipped inside almost like he was making love to her and they were the tools.  The brisels touched the canvas and left impressions of color inside the traced form.  As he painted he could feel the piece coming alive and taking shape like he was bringing her into existence and the only way for her to move freely again was to finish the art.  The fan blew lovingly onto her whisking her hair around her in a way that made her feel like she was standing on the edge of the sea, the waves swirling the air around her.  He looked out from behind the board for a moment to take her in some more and their eyes locked.  She flirtingly batted her eyes and continued looking in front of her, keeping the pose.  He smiled at her and kept his gaze on her appreciating just how beautiful she was.  She did her best to keep the pose but knew he was looking and fought to keep her smile and giggle down as to not ruin the piece.  He winked at her.  Not yet my love, she said.  He cleared his throat and stabbed another brush into a bottle of brown.  His arm rode the invisible lines coming from the fan and danced along with her hair, a partnership that knew the dance well and never stepped on any toes.  The strands went all manner of ways but kept a soothing lead as if it were underwater and drifting along peacefully.  His hands had run through her hair, rolling themselves in and out of every opening.  The silk, sweet smelling locks slipped around his palms creating a feeling of deep massage-like calm that he could play with for hours and days.  Her brown eyes looked over at him again, her heart beat more and more.  She wanted him, they had been apart for a long time and this was her first night with him.  He had made her wait, he wanted to create first as she was his muse.  She agreed but could barely hold still.  She could hear the brush covering the surface, combined with the fan sounded like the crashing of waves at the bottom of a cliff side looking out over the sea.  She closed her eyes and became one with her heart, her love escalating for the man painting her.  The white of the sheet was next, all the various shades and shadows.  He painted like he was laying the blanket on her himself, each stroke was filled with emotion and care making sure that she was comfortable and happy even just on the material.  His favorite part was next, her face.  Time and care was taken to ensure every last little detail was captured perfectly.  He had committed her face to memory and every time he saw it his heart leapt and reached out hoping to touch her.  She had gorgeous brown eyes encircled by the sexiest of lashes.  When he looked into them he felt a world's worth of emotion from true love to his purpose in life.  She had the power to excite him and intrigue him with just one look, something he appreciated and found fascinating every time. Her lips were kissable and lush, the way they felt on his were extraordinary.  They would serve the heavenly purpose of not only being delicious but being the vehicle that provided the most melodious voice you'd ever heard, a voice that calmed and soothed and made you fall deeper in love.  The brush did its dance along the canvas in broad careful strokes like he was painting her himself to come to life.  When the finishing touches were finally laid, he picked up the piece and brought it over to her.  A crinkling of her nose followed by a smile was all he needed to make his legs feel like jelly.  Upon revealing the piece to her, it was like looking into a mirror.  It's beautiful she said.  Just like you he returned.  He set the piece down and took her in his arms, his lips finally being rewarded with the prize his eyes had been lucky enough to take in that day.  Her skin was just as milky smooth and she tasted the way Heaven looked.  Their lips found one another over and over raising every bump on their skin as their love blossomed loudly in the afternoon air.  His hands frolicking happily through her hair as she leaned herself back allowing him to discover every last inch of her body.  He only stopped for a moment to take the brush back up and bring with it a fresh scooping of paint.  The brush continued past the canvas now and on to her body where he painted flourishes of color on every curve.  Her body became a living canvas of life and love.  Each color adding a new element to her from her gorgeous face down to her breasts and toes almost like they were making love without even touching.  She returned the favor painting every feeling that she felt on to his body until the two of them were breathing paintings crafted with love by the other.  They laid together after their sultry artful dance, kissing and whispering sweet nothings into one another's ears.  He signed his name right under her tummy...edward.  Wanting to share and be one with her true love she did the same right under his...Megels.  Their lips were like long lost lovers being reunited after years at sea, love exploding in their hearts.  She felt complete, the rest of the world didn't exist or matter when in his arms.  He felt like the missing piece of his life was finally put into place, his beautiful, heartfelt, angel of a muse.  Their final words before drifting off into an afternoon rest were almost simultaneous and made both of their hearts skip a beat at just about the same time.
I love you.

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