Artist at Work

Standing in the doorway
Of his apartment  
The studio set up in the corner  
Pointing
You can undress over there  
As he set up for my nude portrait  
I undressed  
His fingers full of charcoal
From his pencils  
Standing me against the wall  
Arching my back
One leg straight
Arm to my side
The other leg bent
Foot on the wall
With that hand on my thigh  
My long brown hair pulled to one side  
Covering half of my breast  
Watching this man work
As he moved fast with his pencils  
Using his fingers
To smudge the charcoal
Left on the paper  
Shadowing my portrait  
Getting tired of my position  
My leg slipped  
He stopped
Got up
Walked over
Placing my foot back on the wall
Gliding his finger up my leg  
Leaving a trail of charcoal  
Touching my lips
And rubbing my clit
Standing there frozen
By his touch  
Until a pulsing arose
Of sheer pleasure  
Wetting a towel
He cleaned off the charcoal  
And went back to work