Dimples of Venus behind her bespoke a bare canvas brush strokes lovely curvaceous slim waist scapula sculpted complexion conch-pink hued down to her dimples of Venus whorl of hair swept me in dark flecked strands teasing swan neck she touched in such a way I didn’t know could feel caressed long after her hand fell away didn’t dare to speak words inadequate brush to palette sensuous oils silken skin my shaking limbs lips parted as if to kiss moment passed no embrace now face turned in tender sigh Julie A. Dickson
