The artist waited for her to appear
Before him she stood, feeling a bit queer
First time ever had she modelled at all
Little did she know she would have a ball
She took off her gown, fell down to the floor
Exposing her flesh like never before
A velvet rug lay before her in wait
Feeling its softness on her knees was great
Liberty she felt, in every respect
To be painted in art, what an aspect
Emotions laid bare, for all to be seen
Captured in one moment, never obscene
An exquisite feeling left wanting more
The artist’s mind, a depth to be explored
Their masterpiece, becomes a work of art
Something so pure, to come from the heart
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Taken from my latest book
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