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THE MODELS
A repost
Based on "Les Sommeil" a painting by Gustave Courbet
They stand for hours on raised platforms
surrounded by a sea of easels and canvas
striking classic romanesque poses
two modern goddesses on display
whilst, with brush and colorful palette
budding artists attempt to capture their beauty
One with golden red ringlets
framing her cherubic cheeks
her skin a creamy white porcelain
naked save her sedate smile
nipples erect on circular fields of pink
her left hand cupping her right breast
her legs close together in a Venus-like stance
accentuating the curves of her hips
Olive skinned with dark flowing tresses
the other stands erect like the huntress
her right hand grasps an imaginary string
in her left she supports an equally fictitious bow
legs parted she reveals the furry triangle of her womanhood
her chest extended she proudly displays her breasts
Relaxing, on occasion, their pose
they exchange knowing smiles
facing each other as if looking in a mirror
their eyes travel slowly up and down
carefully assessing the attributes of the other
one bites her lip the other softly sighs
their reverie over they reassume their places
The master calls an end to the class
both relieved they descend their pedestals
approaching one another they exchange cordial kisses
looking into each other eyes
they smile and collapse in a tight embrace
breast joined with breast
the taller with her arms cascading across white shoulders
hands clasped around her waist the other fuses their hips
Arm in arm they exit the studio
entering a small, sparsely furnished bed chamber
in an embrace still tightly joined
they fall together on the white sheet shrouded feather mattress
exhausted by their artistic ordeal
They exchange a more passionate kiss
the mediterranean beauty draws her companion close
long leg draped across curvaceous alabaster hip
thigh pressed against warm secret chamber
the sensual cleavage of her perfectly formed buttocks slightly opened
the two together forming one masterpiece
joined together in peaceful slumber
until once again separated by the master’s call
Based on "Les Sommeil" a painting by Gustave Courbet
They stand for hours on raised platforms
surrounded by a sea of easels and canvas
striking classic romanesque poses
two modern goddesses on display
whilst, with brush and colorful palette
budding artists attempt to capture their beauty
One with golden red ringlets
framing her cherubic cheeks
her skin a creamy white porcelain
naked save her sedate smile
nipples erect on circular fields of pink
her left hand cupping her right breast
her legs close together in a Venus-like stance
accentuating the curves of her hips
Olive skinned with dark flowing tresses
the other stands erect like the huntress
her right hand grasps an imaginary string
in her left she supports an equally fictitious bow
legs parted she reveals the furry triangle of her womanhood
her chest extended she proudly displays her breasts
Relaxing, on occasion, their pose
they exchange knowing smiles
facing each other as if looking in a mirror
their eyes travel slowly up and down
carefully assessing the attributes of the other
one bites her lip the other softly sighs
their reverie over they reassume their places
The master calls an end to the class
both relieved they descend their pedestals
approaching one another they exchange cordial kisses
looking into each other eyes
they smile and collapse in a tight embrace
breast joined with breast
the taller with her arms cascading across white shoulders
hands clasped around her waist the other fuses their hips
Arm in arm they exit the studio
entering a small, sparsely furnished bed chamber
in an embrace still tightly joined
they fall together on the white sheet shrouded feather mattress
exhausted by their artistic ordeal
They exchange a more passionate kiss
the mediterranean beauty draws her companion close
long leg draped across curvaceous alabaster hip
thigh pressed against warm secret chamber
the sensual cleavage of her perfectly formed buttocks slightly opened
the two together forming one masterpiece
joined together in peaceful slumber
until once again separated by the master’s call
Published 2nd Dec 2013
| Edited 5th Dec 2013
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2nd Dec 2013 10:21pm
Immortal and artistic strokes in the form of poetry, you have produced imperial elegance. :)
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2nd Dec 2013 11:08pm
I enjoyed this the 1st time I read it under your other profile. classical art & poetry...
3rd Dec 2013 6:45am
You know cleaning out the attic I ran across this piece...one of my favorites to write. Thanks for reading and commenting again.
I have already written at least one poem in the Erotic section last year based on this painting, about a man who sees two women he knows sleeping together. Seeing this picture again today led me to think up a rhyming comment, a variant on my poem's theme.
He had to choose between the two;
The blonde or brunette, who would do?
He tossed a coin high in the air;
It came down 'tails' - he picked the fair.
He had to choose between the two;
The blonde or brunette, who would do?
He tossed a coin high in the air;
It came down 'tails' - he picked the fair.