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.
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Copyright © Richard Webber | Year Posted 2022
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