#22 Sargent’s Brush with Beauty

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.

 

 

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