Close your eyes
Take your hands and mentally draft this mythical surprise
Passion larks veiled in its disguise
Sketch me on canvas with unseen sight
Allow your mind to roam as your guiding light
A work of art in progress
Inhale and exhale
Fill me in with ever so gently details
Use the vision streaming through your mind
My contours, my soften angular lines
My silhouette as you boldly fill
Images dancing as your pencil strokes instill
A face of grace coming into view of its own free will
Eyes, nose, lips
Artist’s mind on cloud nine, therefore, don’t slip
Should I stand as you sketch the rest
To hone your craft as you do best
Positioned here so peaceful, yet, fully undressed
Slopes of the anatomy, femininity showcased as time will tell
Weakening work of art to be under one’s spell
Pencil trade of a deep earthly color
A wondrous sketch soon to discover
Finished as it is, Goddess from head to toe
Portrait of love only a Greek God would come to know
Magnificent and grand as it humanly stands
Appealing to the eyes of every mortal man
Hang me in the museum of your mind
Look upon your work of art as you mentally wine and dine
Your perfected sketch, as a remembrance in time
Faded away as winds have blown
Soaring now where rainbows dance unbeknown
A rare gift of art in the eyes giving unto one’s own