Madame X was all he could muster for the title
saying her name was too painful for him
He captured her breathless essence at her arrival
blushing, she turned away from his hot gaze
and his passionate brush.
There was never a better time to open her fan
but she was paralyzed with fear
Every pore of her refined body wanted this man
knowing if she moved he would see
and he would touch her.
Every stroke he made caressed lightly over her skin
she warmed to his movements
She lowered her arm and willed her strap to slide in sin
squirming just enough to soak through
and he would make love to the canvas
instead of her.