The Posing Model
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The Model
By Amera Andersen
The canvas caressed by the artists’ brush
I feel beauty as it begs to be born
The colours blend to a glorious flush
Labor of love like the rose and the thorn
I’m a working girl and availed for hire
I hold my pose with a floral bouquet
The stillness lends my soul to desire
as the clock hands wipe the hours away
Thoughts and desire keep my body still
Undressed, exposed to your critical eyes
I’m tempted to give myself to your will
To give you my heart and open my thighs
Yet I know you have no interest in me
I’m here for the art and critics to see
By Amera Andersen
The canvas caressed by the artists’ brush
I feel beauty as it begs to be born
The colours blend to a glorious flush
Labor of love like the rose and the thorn
I’m a working girl and availed for hire
I hold my pose with a floral bouquet
The stillness lends my soul to desire
as the clock hands wipe the hours away
Thoughts and desire keep my body still
Undressed, exposed to your critical eyes
I’m tempted to give myself to your will
To give you my heart and open my thighs
Yet I know you have no interest in me
I’m here for the art and critics to see
