I Stroke Your Thigh,
Point Up The Strong Calf,
The Bold Curve Of Instep,
Thrust Of Foreshortened Knee.,
The Bulge Of Muscle At Your Shoulder,
The Broad Spread Of Chest.
You Recline Against A Black Field,
An Unsupported Male Olympia.
Exotic Flower Blooming At Your Groin Draws My Eye
And I
Draw
The Complex Orchid Beauty,
Paint Its Not-Purple, Not-Red, Not-Grey-Beige Fine Skin
And Trace The Subtle Curves Of That Object Of My Desire,
With Creany Brush.