Fabric taut within a firm grasp,
Her arm raises to the heavens
Draping the garment along her limb
A wing similar to her lover
Melting with lust
Both her and her clothes
She stares in the direction of her fist,
As if looking for something beyond
Yet more than content with the situation at hand
Thin silky cloth lays gently upon her left breast
Flowing down her body like a waterfall
Stemming from a knot sitting atop her shoulder
Continuously streaming down her legs
Modesty out the window
Comfortable in her skin
Open and amenable to exposure
Passion in the absence of human connection
Attraction through the form of a swan
Nestled between her legs, neck elongates towards her chest
She holds his body with a soft embrace
Supporting his weight and securing his position on her lap
A slight bend in her knee lifts in opposition
Clothing builds upon it in folded layers,
One on top of the other in continuous unity
A tide is created between the act of underdressing,
And the contracting of bodies
As if caught off guard
Unintentional seduction
Her passion develops by the minute,
Provoking the seduced to tear off the garb
The swan gawks at her beauty,
Awaiting reactions and gauging emotions
She fails to notice his visually attentive behavior,
But succumbs to other senses
Atop her head, her hair remains proper
Her wavy locks secured in the back without a strand astray
Untouched by the scandal below
Holy eroticism filling the foundational pages,
A story engraved in marble and time (Palazzo Nuovo 5/26/19, Timotheos, Statue of Leda and the Swan, 2nd c. CE)
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