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The Models
They stand for hours on raised platforms
surrounded by a sea of easels and canvas
striking classic romanesque poses
two modern goddesses on display
whilst, with brush and colorful palette
budding artists attempt to capture their beauty
One with golden red ringlets
framing her cherubic cheeks
her skin a creamy white porcelain
naked save her sedate smile
nipples erect on circular fields of pink
her left hand cupping her right breast
her legs close together in a Venus-like stance
accentuating the curves of her hips
Olive skinned with dark flowing tresses
the other stands erect like the huntress
her right hand grasps an imaginary string
in her left she supports an equally fictitious bow
legs parted she reveals the furry triangle of her womanhood
her chest extended she proudly displays her breasts
Relaxing, on occasion, their pose
they exchange knowing smiles
facing each other as if looking in a mirror
their eyes travel slowly up and down
carefully assessing the attributes of the other
one bites her lip the other softly sighs
their reverie over they resume their poses
The master calls an end to the class
both relieved they descend their pedestals
approaching one another they exchange cordial kisses
looking into each other eyes
they smile and collapse in a tight embrace
breast joined with breast
the taller with her arms cascading across white shoulders
hands clasped around her waist the other fuses their hips
Arm in arm they exit the studio
entering a small, sparsely furnished bed chamber
in an embrace still tightly joined
they fall together on the white sheet shrouded feather mattress
exhausted by their artistic ordeal
They exchange a more passionate kiss
the mediterranean beauty draws her companion close
long leg draped across curvaceous alabaster hip
thigh pressed against warm secret chamber
the sensual cleavage of her perfectly formed buttocks slightly opened
the two together forming one masterpiece
joined together in peaceful slumber
until once again separated by the master’s call
surrounded by a sea of easels and canvas
striking classic romanesque poses
two modern goddesses on display
whilst, with brush and colorful palette
budding artists attempt to capture their beauty
One with golden red ringlets
framing her cherubic cheeks
her skin a creamy white porcelain
naked save her sedate smile
nipples erect on circular fields of pink
her left hand cupping her right breast
her legs close together in a Venus-like stance
accentuating the curves of her hips
Olive skinned with dark flowing tresses
the other stands erect like the huntress
her right hand grasps an imaginary string
in her left she supports an equally fictitious bow
legs parted she reveals the furry triangle of her womanhood
her chest extended she proudly displays her breasts
Relaxing, on occasion, their pose
they exchange knowing smiles
facing each other as if looking in a mirror
their eyes travel slowly up and down
carefully assessing the attributes of the other
one bites her lip the other softly sighs
their reverie over they resume their poses
The master calls an end to the class
both relieved they descend their pedestals
approaching one another they exchange cordial kisses
looking into each other eyes
they smile and collapse in a tight embrace
breast joined with breast
the taller with her arms cascading across white shoulders
hands clasped around her waist the other fuses their hips
Arm in arm they exit the studio
entering a small, sparsely furnished bed chamber
in an embrace still tightly joined
they fall together on the white sheet shrouded feather mattress
exhausted by their artistic ordeal
They exchange a more passionate kiss
the mediterranean beauty draws her companion close
long leg draped across curvaceous alabaster hip
thigh pressed against warm secret chamber
the sensual cleavage of her perfectly formed buttocks slightly opened
the two together forming one masterpiece
joined together in peaceful slumber
until once again separated by the master’s call
Published 7th Feb 2018
| Edited 3rd Mar 2022
Author's Note
Inspired by the painting "Le Sommeil" by Gustave Courbet
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8th Feb 2018 4:17am
Enjoyed the trip inside your mind, revealing the imagined
scenario leading up to the photo used.
Nice word choice and presentation.
scenario leading up to the photo used.
Nice word choice and presentation.
Thank you Teri! My mind can be quite a trip. I appreciate very much your incite and encouragement. Thank you for taking the time, as well, on this rather long piece.
8th Feb 2018 5:59am
8th Feb 2018 8:46am
Thank you, Solomon. I appreciate you reading this yet again. I remember last time you you left a wonderful comment. I am glad that you see better the story. Cheers!
Anonymous
11th Feb 2018 8:51pm
I like this, parts of it speak to me very loudly on a personal level and the rest allows me to travel along with your thoughts.
11th Feb 2018 9:21pm
Sophie, I am enthralled that it speaks to you in some way. I Thank you very much for your comment. I thought this was a perfect medium to express the beauty of the female form and perhaps how exhausting it can be to keep the pose in life.
Cheers,
Bob
Cheers,
Bob
22nd Jun 2018 12:41pm
Great use of a painting as a poetry prompt ... I like that idea ... wonderful poeting my dear versifier ...
22nd Jun 2018 11:02pm
Thank you LDF, I though you might appreciate this one. I appreciate your kinds words.
Anonymous
6th Jul 2019 8:41pm
Gahddess, thank you for literally turning me on to this stunning artwork of yours. Your celebration of the female form is both joyous and respectful. It is a feast for the senses. To be one of those ladies immortalized on canvas or in your very own words would certainly be an honor.
6th Jul 2019 9:37pm
Mary, I am humbled by your kind words. I am over-the-moon because you like to the piece. I am.inspired by the painting because it depicts real women's bodies with voluptuous curves. "Que curvas y yo sin frenos" 😁
