Froth
He showed her around his studio
An artist’s working place
Then he took her hand
Looked her in the face
He said I don’t wish to trouble you
And I don’t want to intrude
But you are so young and beautiful
May I paint you in the nude
She blushed so delightfully
Uttered a pleased embarrassed yes
Then stood there in amazement
As he started to undress
He stood there at his easel
In the cool light of that morn
As unashamedly naked
As the day that he was born
Copyright © Terry Ireland | Year Posted 2022
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