Boudoir babe

Day 4:  "Today, we’d like to challenge you to write your own poem about living with a piece of art. It’s the rare human structure – be it a bedroom, kitchen, dentist’s office, or classroom – that doesn’t have art on its walls, even if it’s only the photos on a calendar."

Not a lot of people know this,  but a couple of years ago I treated myself to an afternoon photo shoot - boudoir style. It was great - hair and make up were professionally done before I went through to the studio and changed 'into something less comfortable'. Several flutes of prosecco and a lovely young woman photographer completely took away my shyness, and I had a blast.  What an ego boost! And now two of those (very tasteful) images sit in our walls, and on my profile pictures, reminding me that I'm a damn fine looking woman, in the right light.  

Yes, look this way, lovely, 

Now over here, perfect, reeeally good...

Her camera an instrument of magic,

Wielded lightly like wand, her sure hands

Taking it on a balletic dance 

as she circles, dips and swerves.

Her voice, a precision tool,

Reassures, builds me up,

Erases my embarrassment,

Until I feel sexy, desirable, strong.

Can you lean like this, yes, good,

Can we try the cushion here, excellent,

Now smile, yes, great, you're doing really well.

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