He sketched her, possessed
Grey being the only shade
That's how he saw her
As she posed on the chaise
Her tresses sprawled
Her body ripened with age
He sketched her ebony nipples
Till they became red
The colour, he had desired on her
He infused her bosom with life
Till she dripped with milky essence
He slipped to her curvy waist
And caressed some violet
Some hickeys inked here and there
To flaunt, when she draped her layers
And when he bent down to splash her nucleus
There wasn't any colour to eclipse her duskiness
She was the colour of darkness
Bewitched, he probed deep in her gorge
Just that, it was his mouth
That he used to sketch.
©LR
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