The female form is exquisite
Portioned in delicate, single-serves
It keeps the mouth waiting,
Salivating.
The soul it twists in knots,
Of yearning.

It makes the artist dream.
Dips and dimples.
Lips and curls.
Draped like a soft, silk sheet
From a narrow, naked spine.

But beware, beware—
A young Aphrodite did whisper.
The tigress lays in wait
She knows just how to lay
her intoxicating trap.