You may have the pleasure
Of painting my portrait.
You can photograph me
Coiling, bending, or straight.
You may draw my lines,
All my edges and curves,
You may make me art,
I'll ignore all my nerves.
I will be your muse,
And inspire your work,
Remove all my clothes,
While ignoring your smirk.
I'll do what I'm told,
Paint my face with rouge,
I'll be silent and beautiful,
I'll make myself smooth.
But know this about me;
No matter what else I say,
I'll only be art
If you're willing to pay.
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this was so unique and well thought out, i love it! you have a way with words, please keep writing!!
An interesting take on art, written exsquisitely!
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