I paint her in summer sun,
the midday breeze caressing
Diana’s proud breasts,
warm fingers of August heat
tracing circles over taut flesh.

Brushstrokes mimic alabaster skin
dimpled with shades of barest pink
as her cheeks flush, fires stoked within—
she is aroused and I am nervous.

The model’s eyes narrow in mischief.
I ask her not to smile

but she does anyway.


Copyright © 2011 by Christopher Chaffin – All rights reserved


About cjchaffin

Wordsmithing is my passion. I eat, sleep, and breathe words and phrases, only to regurgitate them and pray that they are better off than when I first ingested them.
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