Word Limit: 250-270
Key Words: ink, pink
Forbidden Words: pen, Zen
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The assignment was simple,
“Write your
favorite poem from the Tao-Te-Ching in a calligraphy style of your
choosing.
Explain your choice of canvas,
pen, and ink and the history of each.”
No problem.
I was a senior art major, with a boyfriend and
job all lined up after graduation.
Together
for 2 years, Daryl was safe, reliable, decent in bed, from a good family.
Rachel waved to me after class,
made small talk, then asked about the assignment.
We discussed options, then
she blushed, leaned in, and whispered an idea.
Her apartment was warm, clean,
sparse, but full of her style, it was hers 100%.
She offered me a beautiful pink silk
robe and, blushing, directed me to the bathroom. When I stepped out, we were both naked under
the silks.
Charlie, do you consent to act as
my canvas?
Yes
She took my hand and led me to the
couch, covered in a sheet. She stood in front of me and removed my robe,
exposing me, my nipples hardened.
Now me, she whispered.
I touched her for the first time,
my fingertips easing the silk from her frame until it puddled on the
floor.
I fought to catch my breath.
She asked me to lay back, I did.
She asked me to spread, I did
I would do anything for her soft
voice and gentle brush that felt like a warm dry tongue on my bare skin.
I spread ever wider for her,
inviting her gaze, her strokes, the touch of her brush without shame or restraint.
Edging, painting, writing,
creating art and orgasms in equal measure.
Poetry indeed.
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Just one this week, for now, it's only Wednesday, so who knows?
A54
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