She posed modestly, shyly undraped…
His heart thumped in his chest, his mouth gaped…
Dripping brush in his hand…
Would the girl understand,
Were she, gently as possibly, raped?
Tag: artist
Eros
Even clothed, she was rather damn fetching,
But naked, posed, watching him sketching …
Not beauty, the arts,
His thoughts strayed to those parts
That he longed to be poking and stretching!