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Artistic Influence (Poem)
Be my empty canvass, your bones a sturdy frame bearing smooth, taut skin, upon which I might paint my dark desires.
Be my lump of clay, place your heart and mind, your hungry, wanton soul, within these two strong hands for me to mold.
Be my faded parchment, a beautiful expanse of emptiness to fill, thirsting for me to spill my wicked words.
Be my marble slab, a cold and stoic rock eager to display the fluid lines of beauty my touch will free.
Be my willing muse, inspire me to create the freely lusting woman you would be, for me to use.