His hands
Paint her delicate, bare skin dark colors
The painful brush strokes
Splash ugly marks across her body

She tries to disguise
The acrylic stains
Hide her shame
So others
Don't question about the artist

But eventually
The canvas will mend
And be restored
Time
Will wash away the abusive paint
Leaving the canvas blank
The artist
Anxious to create his next masterpiece

I lure
The many many men that cross my path
A creature of the sea
Not meant
To be tamed
But they continue
To follow my voice
As crystal clear
As a starry night sky
Smooth as the milky way
And beautiful
Like a rare orchid
Into my trap they sail
Their souls
Sent to the bottom of the ocean
Forever under my spell