Stroke By Stroke Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

His hands unsure and clumsy at first
lighten around the curves;
his breathing once short and shallow
steadies in latest call and spark to life.
He gasps and sighs as he rounds the thighs
feels the supple skin beneath his touch;
revels in her blossoming passion
the invitation stirring in her breasts.
A memory perhaps or some ancient longing
becomes a moment to moment evolving delight;
each stroke and subtle shading unveils a beauty
through his expression brush to canvas.