The Artist

I signed up for a sketching class but didn't count on a noble nude she entered the studio in a ritzy robe and I was suddenly riveted to my seat not beautiful nor buxom but a comely model in black curly hair time for a pep talk time to settle down time to take a deep breath time to... Holy Cow! robe dropped nipples popped and my charcoal pencil snapped but she was a pro no eye contact body braced in professor's pose like a skewered worm I squirmed sweat settled on my temples and trickled down my neck snap out of it scatterbrain concentrate, must concentrate for Pete's sake! lines and shade shaking off embarrassment I drew her curve after curve and suddenly she was a new country and I was mapping her coastline