Her state of imperfection
sustains my desire's
Exploited are her curves
in scanty attire
Exaggerated are her depths
such invigorating designs
Dancing in a dreamscape
of intoxicating lines...

No other thought
can penetrate this trance
My heart beats a rhythmic
meditative chant
Enlightened brush strokes
of excited flesh
Rembrandt yet Van Gogh
Traditional abstract mesh...

Bought then sold
like Faustus Soul
We consult the Devil
   And the moment grows...