Sketchpad on the knee as he begins to recreate, the sight that is before him posed into a relaxed state
An image of her visualised in the Artist's head, begins forming on the pad, soft strokes of blackened lead
A character on paper, she is angles, she is lines; a character in real life, she's an angel, she is fine
Capturing the shadows from the light cast on her form, metaphoric demons dance toward the brewing storm
Creative vision on the paper, the image becomes clear; confident, the artist makes the subject reappear
Yet with each stroke he diligently illustrates, desire grows inside him, driven to a higher state
Downing tools he rises makes his way over to her, to sign the session's end to see if she'll concur
Now with just bare hands he traces her gently, sensual stimulating in a manner ardently...
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Little Whispers
PoetryA collection of poetic prose from the depths of a troubled mind *All images are reproduced from Wordpress Media Gallery
