Art School

Spending our nights in her dorm
I listen to the rhythm of the fresh sea
pounding the rocks along shore in a chaotic chorus
My heart sings the same chorus for her

I lay still as the model cannot move
I see her pencil move wildly yet controlled
Hair hangs in her eyes as she studies my lines
muscles tense as I study her curves

A sly look with a wink
a small smirk back creates movement
Clean lines and sexy looks
Dirty thoughts and an eraser