I paint a picture
Sculpt a sculpture
Frame your figure
With ink thick and black
That stains this soft paper
Until at long last
your image
Your soft brown skin and hair,
Your deep brown eyes
and heart shaped lips
The curve of your hips
your thighs,
The things only for my eyes,
The intimates only for my heart
The ardency solely for my soul,
The strength of your mind
And heart that beats strong, inside
And outside top to bottom,
projects from words in a poem
Unhindered