As writers, we create our images with words, not unlike an artist painting on a canvas. Leaving a little bit of ourselves and what we desire within that work. As we create, we wonder what it would be like to actually do some of things we write about. I have been lucky in one respect, single and freer than most, and able to actually act upon some of those desires. Other writers, happy and committed, use this medium as a way of experiencing or exploring those desires.
But each of us stop at some point and read our own work and think about the characters and actions we describe, and the desire we feel for the "form" we have created with those words. Lovingly and with passion, we strive to put our hearts into it or we would not be doing this.
One photo. The limits of "our canvas"? No more than 100 words. Creating that lust, and longing and desire. As always, I welcome your thoughts and impressions.
The Live Canvas of Her Desire
Her charcoal swiftly outlining Robbie’s form one more time. The desire in his eyes, his need for Hailey, felt like waves crashing against her.
Fingers smudging the charcoal to create those beautiful shadows. Wishing she could trace with her tongue, those same lines on his body.
Suddenly she looked up from the canvas and he stood before her, hard and aroused. Taking her hand in his, he placed it upon his thigh…
"Trace me, not that cold canvas?" his husky voice pleaded.
Neither her hand nor heart hesitated, as she began to create upon the live canvas standing before her.
© S.E. Darling, Jan 2012