I always wanted to sketch you,
your lean half naked body
lying on the bed as you read
a book, the slight ripple
of muscles you called abs,
leading the eye toward the
slight curve of your stomach
where the light hairs
became noticable as they
drew together in a line
leading toward your unzipped
jeans, the hollow of your hip
barely visible,
the sketch pad abandoned
and even your bare naked feet
couldn't keep me from you.
Copyright © 2010 by Shawn Ann Murray
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