Pornography from Art

Pornography from Art

It's intriguing that you're seeking,
Something arty, when you're peeking
So closely at each canvas on the wall;
It's as if you must remember,
Every painted embrace - tender,
As you review, relaxing and recall
How the art seems less than graphic,
Though its subjects quite ecstatic,
Did they really add to erudition?
Now you can sit and take your tea,
And imagine you're with me
In a very overt kind of exhibition.

In a far, distant gallery,
Afficionados surely see,
A different sort of live performance art,
When you're pulled across my lap,
And with a sudden, hearty slap,
I will ensure you squeak, see your lips part;
They will crowd in, I will caress,
Knickers down, now raise your dress,
Your mood like early Pablo - rather blue,
Will they all applaud the stunt,
And enjoy your moistening cunt,
No Picasso, these pricks also like the view.

Spread yourself, sweet installation,
Kindly assist my navigation
Into the artful beauty of your sex,
My cock's not pointilist,
But you'll subscribe - I do insist,
When I fuck you on a bench, it will not vex,
Then I'll make you fetch a cane,
Plead for mercy - but in vain,
The blur of whipping's so impressionist,
Though the criss-cross of the marks,
Might make a cubist ask,
If this is more or less than classicist

You will shriek loud, when, yes, at last,
I take you roughly up the arse
And bugger you, as "The Greats" encourage,
Milo's Venus may be shocked,
The gallery takings knocked,
As I sell your delights - people forage
You know where I am leading,
What I'm seeking; it's intriguing?
The small beginnings from which fancies start,
Chain your wrists beneath the table,
Be my cultured slave, so able,
And let us make pornography from art.