Masterpiece

His ass ... like a canvas ... has yet to be painted
Clean and white... it is there
Waiting
Stretched
Positioned for my "brush"

Which to use?

The canvas flinches as the purple leather bristles
The first stroke ... little change...
Second ... a bit of pink
Third, fourth.... and then the fifth ...
I begin to see the hot pink shade of my favored roses

The canvas quivers

The red hair like strands of brush number two sing as they cut through the air
Marring the canvas...
Another layer of color

The canvas shakes

Perhaps brush number two is too intense for such delicate canvas?
A few more strokes make sure...
Yes... too intense...

My hand smooths the shaking canvas...
I steady it
As if I could wipe away what color has developed

Another brush ... A black number with long rubber tendrils...
The ends are cut... sharp ... and hard...
A smile creeps across my face...
Perfect...

A flooding of color
deep blush...
crimson ...
maroon ...

The canvas collapses

Stepping back... Admiring my work...
Almost complete...
I lift the canvas once more

Amongst the box of color inducing tools ... my final selection
A "spatula" of sorts ... for the last bits of color

An intense finale ...
Sweat crosses my brow

The canvas drops ...
To be raised no more

Rouge patterned, streaked and striped
My smile widens in pleasure
A passionate endeavor...
The masterpiece I adore