The Painting

The easel is the bed, she the canvas. Pages a book unread. Soft silk skin before lays waiting for paint. Beneath the artist gaze Erect colored in brown a touch of pink on the erotic crown. Soft bristle strokes move quick the canvas stirs under each sensual flick. Under the slow deft hand moves the brush as it was all planned. Georgia O’Keeffe naught, ever did it with a sexual onslaught. The subjects wanting sighs sees in her mind a trail to open thighs. The palette changes hues wet and glistening imagining the views. Trace the outline of lips slow and very soft stirs the quivering hips. RAW