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Art is my sin.
Art is my sin.
The form of a woman where do I begin.
Frozen in pictures, forged from my camera.
Soft caresses molded from clay, moist and wet, I play all day.
A beautiful vision from the stroke of my brush, colors so vivid and full of lust.
Life size fantasies chiseled from stone, I include the dimples, she feels so tone.
Thoughts etched in words from the blood of my pen, for I love all women art is my sin.
© by Robert WK Clark
The form of a woman where do I begin.
Frozen in pictures, forged from my camera.
Soft caresses molded from clay, moist and wet, I play all day.
A beautiful vision from the stroke of my brush, colors so vivid and full of lust.
Life size fantasies chiseled from stone, I include the dimples, she feels so tone.
Thoughts etched in words from the blood of my pen, for I love all women art is my sin.
© by Robert WK Clark
Published 11th Jan 2013
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