Knowledge is power
Power holds this magical hour
I watch you
You watch me
I say nothing to you
All I want is to be in your company

You break the spell and say "Do you Trust me?"
To which I respond "Completely."
You sit back in your chair-looking into my face and just stare.
At first unsure of what to do
My heart is racing and my cheeks are burning
With shaky hands, I untie my robe
One last nervous glance at you, I am thus exposed.

A sudden yearning for you comes over me
But that is not why we are here tonight.
Gathering all the nerve inside me
I let the robe fall slowly
I lay on the sofa how you showed me and then you begin to paint me
beautifully
With slow thoughtful strokes
Every part of me exposed on your canvas

Yet, I know with you I am safe
I know our meeting was fate
You my artist and I your muse
What a fine pair we make

Days or Months could have passed and I would not have known it
But, in what seems like only minutes, your work is completed
You turn the canvas toward me and I see myself differently
In my eyes I am an ugly duckling
But through yours I see the swan emerge and a beauty I never knew was there

All I could do was stare

Before I know what I am doing-I kiss you
You gentle pull me back
I wanted the moment to last
Holding my hands gently, You say “we can’t.”
I can’t help it if I love you.
But, we must strictly remain Artist and his Muse.



 
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