Warning: The subject matter here is sexual innuendo in nature. Nothing graphic, but if you don't appreciate anything remotely erotic then don't read it.
Paint Me
"Paint me" she said so he
Prepared a wide canvas,
Set out tubes of color
Black and blue, gray and brown
Then chose the proper brush
Perfect tool for the task
Naked she lay, and still
Staring wistfully out
A too clean window pane
Her only movements were
Inhale, exhale, repeat
When he began to paint
Ministrations first so slow
Then purposeful, then with
Fervor and true gusto
He highlighted, shaded
Every sunkissed curve with,
Every cleft and hollow
Graced with touches final,
He had painted her just
As he had seen her there
Was it his fault she didn't
Like the finished product?
Kelly
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