In my bolder moments . . .
sometimes . . .
oh! to be an artist’s model
of beauty and inspiration.
you desire to capture me
well . . . . .
reverently disrobe me in the soft light
alight me onto the divan
come pose me
place my fingers on my hand
silently observe and adore me
enjoy my beauty and lovingly exhort me
deeply exhale and measure me
with hungry eyes sample and treasure me
drape me in transluscent scarves
a touch of moisture on my lower lip
a highlight shine upon my hip.
yes it is slightly chilled in here
I see your nipples have noticed my dear . . . .
Now I wonder should we try a different pose
what would it look like if you bent and touched your toes?
oh two marvelous handfuls!
pay no attention to the part that just arose . . .
but after excitely watching you draw and erase me
I suddenly moved naked to the canvas
to see what would face me. . . .
as I look now at a canvas blank
with scribbles and notes
and a cartoon of a shark in a tank
. . . .?
Well I don’t actually know how to draw yet
but I really really sincerely want to learn . . .
hey I want my money back!!!
holy smokes this fantasy capsized quicker than the Titanic . . . . .
has your ticket been punched??