in the midst of dense fresh leaves

on shrubs and trees

he denuded her with his fingers

that hold his pen of seduction

her mind commands him/ urges him

to come close/ yet he still enjoys

the erotic tension of the artist’s


when pen strokes paper/ soft and


until the ritual of an artist’s foreplay

has been burnt on the skin of this

incredible moment.

his fingers spread around a ball

of her weighted breasts

where her point of burn has signalled

him in rubicund beauty

the entry of his seduction

he draws and shapes with his fingers

like rodin shaped his sensual


before kneading his libido together

with hers –

so the artist/ poet/ so the volutuous

ivory sculpture he had created

in between the sated emerald greens.




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