Like moon reflecting lake on summer night dark blue skies
Face resembling orchids branches for hair porcelain skin
Legs crumpled underneath body she sat upright and thin
Looking him over fascinated joy of Catholic school girl
Exposed to teenaged boy’s erect cock upright in a curl
She noticed how he lifted his head up down observing
With pencil he drew lines curves oil pastel coloring
His gaze would lock into hers while by hand circle
Along paper moment when everything turned magical
Room aglow from light above dreams of making love
Persistent pose heart aflutter cornered beautiful butterfly
Had wondered about sex certainly the boys knew best
Together they walked onto bed left potion on her chest
Washington Heights melodrama he was more than lover
Never touched or cared to kiss moist Saturday night lips
Behind table willing able captured what mattered most
Allure not amour never a touch or adore falling for ghost
Birthday champagne splendor aroma reasons yet again
Would he then bring about an orgasm make her oooh
Bird who coos calls upon his libido to tickle her feather
Warm from weather drinking herself drunk time passing
Art fight he struggles torn between paint and seduction
Could he capture woman before him portrait of possession
He leaves it in tact abstract where there are no similarities
Binds bracelet around her wrist all complications dismissed
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