I wanted to celebrate the Rubenesque woman in all her glory
Time slowly fades, and the net filled with holes.
Reparations never made has exacted its tolls.
Stunned she stares, eyes wide and locked.
No singing birds but something cocked.
“You just have to sit down place your paint brush, pen or pencil to paper, whatever tool you wish and let your emotion flow. A foundation will be established and something else can grow from that.” KKF
Netting cast wide and freely,
Menu of choices so delectable to see.
Eyes locked and loins loaded
A bond will be made, and something exploded.
Spices and lust mix.