A Work Of Art
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The artist promised a work of art,
And excited the model’s virgin heart,
He painted her hair he painted her eyes,
He painted her arms he painted her thighs,
He painted rosy cheeks and her coral lips,
Depressions of her belly, elevations of the hips,
He painted her beautiful lovely face,
He captured all the charms and all the grace,
But the dance of breasts on the beats of her heart!
To paint this beauty was the real art,
The artist could not capture the moving charms,
She hugged herself in her own lovely arms,
The painting then touched the poet’s heart,
He wrote a poem on the work of art.
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