Staring at the canvas,
lines, ruled by time’s
twisted knot, tangle-
beckoning, white
lace reveals
titillating torrents
for all to see,
no shame, for this
pristine lover
is like no other,
whispering promises,
sultry gifts,
steamy vibes,
when pen
and paper
collide,
tapping of keys,
the dance begins,
anew.