Naked Canvas

Close your eyes

Sketch me on canvas with unseen sight

Allow your hands to roam as your guiding light

A work of art in progress

Inhale and exhale

Fill me in with ever so gently details

Use the vision streaming through your mind

My contours, my soften angular lines

My silhouette as you boldly fill

Images dancing as your pencil strokes instill

A face of grace coming into view of its own free will

Eyes, nose, lips

Sovereign in exile, therefore, don’t slip

Should I stand as you sketch the rest

To hone your craft as you do best

Positioned here so peaceful, yet, fully undressed

Slopes of the anatomy, femininity showcased as time will tell

A soft whisper in hues of love casted within my wishing well

Pencil trade of an earthly color

A wondrous sketch soon to discover

Finished as it is, mystical from head to toe

Magnificent and grand as forevermore humanly stands

Appealing to the eyes of every mortal man

Hang me in the museum of your mind

Look upon your work of art as you mentally wine and dine

Your perfected sketch, as a remembrance in time

Faded away as winds have blown

Soaring now where celestial radiance dance unbeknown

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