she's painting me

my portrait grows

she's had some trouble with my nose

 

a full-length nude

laid on a ramp

not easy when you're prone to cramp

 

she has carte blanche

her brush is free

she can do what she likes with me

 

today I lapsed

I got erect

she wandered closer to inspect

 

brushed my tackle

with sable hairs

soon we're nipping up the stairs

 

an abstract daub

my passion brief,

the tableau ends to my relief

 

my picture done

unveiled to me

my tool the size of a processed pea