Artist - Marble

I walk pass a sultry blonde and or a red haired flame
I’m sure it’s you, these models would rather blame
Raven haired, spiteful eyes or a rich brunette
You’re the artist they would all rather forget
Naked, my feet carefully tread and cut upon a broken pastel
Discarded tubes of oils lay strewn across the studio mantle

Erotic images, nudes posed, painted on canvas all lay bare
Some a result of a past shared or a tempestuous love affair
All poised upon settee of silks, purple, mauves and shameful pink
Encapsulated forever within your mosaics and erotic ceramic

My pale porcelain skin scratched, whip marked, but I feel Gorgeous
Seated next to you, decadent, at the table set for Dionysus
Full vintage red with full-throated ease I swallow
Poured into crystal by the lost rebellious son of Apollo

Seated open stride with your cigar you sit carefully watching me
You are the artist, I am, just how you kissed and created me
Carved the delicate ropes of eternal silk bondage, I am your belief
Held forever a captive slave in a permanent marble relief

My head held back, hands forever tied tightly behind my spine
My posture curved, submissive, proud, my smile recline
Not created elegant or even beautiful by nature
Characterised, sluttish and wanton stature
For all prosperity, set in marble for all of eternity
Proud to be different to be [/i]cri[/i]ticized or envy me?


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