Simulating sitting easily
Calmed
Controlled
by needled intensity
Blood and ink creating beauty
On a seemingly soft,
Smooth, buttery, brown, canvas
Somewhat motionless
‘swagged” to one side
Eyes closed,
No open
Positioned strategically
While through mirrors
People,
their imagery
noticed,
Deliberately observed,
Watched curiously
And on the other side
Waiting patiently
Doing the very same
Coyly
Avoiding the piercing of those eyes…
Yet mine probing my muse
No need to view any other
Captivated by this
beauty, Ink, canvas, positioning
Hauntingly sexy...
Unknowingly?
Putting on a show
While I sit quietly panting,
observing, Laying in waiting
Not quite ready to pounce
Pretending not to watch
Those water like tones and fluidity
Those beautiful eyes…
This mystic
so inviting
Those sensual body lines.
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