Blank Canvas

  

 She lets him do it for her, wants him to paint her,

To draw all her body-secrets and the shape of pleasure,

To tell her that he will always keeps her heart on his pallet,

That her skin is a blank canvas;

She is his blank canvas, he is the artist; the love,

His model to make, mold and sculpt. 

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