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
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