delilah_banks

Smudges of charcoal swept across my skin as she repositioned my legs. "Maybe you should lie down." She sat on the edge of her bed, watching me reposition myself on her celtic tapestry; one hand on her chin, the other twirling her pencil through her fingers. "Did I tell you that you're going to be Mother Earth?" I shook my head; I hadn't spoken to her since I slipped my panties past my knees.

Purple and green knots surrounded my vision as I buried my head into the ground. I could hear the scratching of her sketches, the exhale of her breath. I turned my head to see her on the floor, her black velvet skirt hiked up above her propped left knee, the rest of her body inventively hunched over her canvass. "You know, you're the first person that I've actually gotten to pose nude for me. I hate drawing from pictures. This is much better."

The canvass fell from her left hand. "Are you finished?" She nodded with her perked smile. "Let me see." It was an equal amount of black and white. Each curve of my torso decorated with negative light. I was the earth with Her texture and grain. "It's beautiful." "Yes, you are."

I got up, wrapping the tapestry around me. "Take it off for a second. I want to show you something." I dropped the sheet away from my body, but keeping it close to my skin for comfort. "Right here, this is what I find the most sexy about you." She touched my mole above my left breast, and the two below it. "This, Aimee, is what defines you."