- Erotic Poetry
- Blank Canvas
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A piece of canvas
Empty
Waiting to become something
Pulled
Placed upon a frame
Stretched
Held tightly in place
Waiting
A wondrous canvas
Blank
Without a single drop of paint
Naked
Little by little, it takes shape
Positioned
A drop, a brush, a stroke
Fashioned
Wet, lush, silken
Readied
Color and form come to my blank canvas
Touched
Created by my hand
Worked
The aroma, the feel, the look
Shaped
Sweet surrender to my wishes
Seduced
Pleading for the next stroke
Trained
Begging for more of what I have
Surrendered
Willingly giving to me
Controlled
Pleasing my eyes, pleasing only me
Owned
This canvas is Mine
My creation
This body is Mine
My pleasure
This mind is Mine
My world
This sub is Mine
My life
- COMMENTS
georgeblackalmost 6 years agoWhat an interesting metaphor. I'll have to give it a 5!
Apple_of_Edenalmost 6 years agoAuthorJustgr8 : Thank you for commenting. I'm happy to hear my poem has become one of your favorites. *; ) I enjoyed your poetry also. Thanks for sharing on Lit.
Anon: Thank you too. I'm glad you saw a little of yourself in my work. My writing of poetry may "need development," but to me, poetry is more about emotion and feeling. I believe those were conveyed perfectly. (Do we *know* each other? My intuition or gut makes me think you're not really an "anon".)
Anonymousalmost 6 years agoand more of me. The poem is seemingly about an artist's canvas but is really about me. Needs development.
