Nudist Pictures-Free Exotic Stories-Beautiful Women in Competition- A Poem About Erotic Art, ‘Mine’

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    Kathy Ostman-Magnusen


    Nudist pictures

    Nudist pictures
    Free exotic stories
    Beautiful women in competition
    Beautiful women art
    tasteful, yes I try.
    I paint them
    ponder their pleasures on my canvas.
    I worry
    fret a lot
    go back and forth
    model for my own work
    worry some more.

    I feel evasive about the screams inside me.
    Grim reaper artwork sometimes creeps in.
    Exotic lap dancing?
    Yes I have painted that too.
    I sense them
    sort out their illusions
    as I stand back and observe me.
    As I test my own wings
    do I sing
    or watch my own demise?

    I am transfixed on my pleasures
    or is it in the lack of them?
    Inside someone
    other than my own self.
    Do I find I am breathing dust
    a life lived by another
    from their well aroused closets?
    Free exotic stories
    in exotic lingerie?

    Beautiful women do indeed compete.
    Nude women line these walls of mine
    how do I know them or me?
    Or a new insight of my own?
    Can I weigh them fairly?
    Can I see my own flesh in this tunnel?
    Maybe so…
    maybe I can feel my own measures.
    What is old to them
    new to me
    and as I stand still
    I see
    and hear my own birthing cries.

    I protest
    or is it that I see a chance to know?

    These confusions brought to the surface
    these tin dwellings
    grim reapers to some
    these fragile flowers of grace
    breathing.
    I thought I could preserve in me
    that ghost like treasure
    I am always trying to define.
    I grab my coat and cover my fingers with tape
    lest I smell the rain’s been deserted.

    Sipping tea in the afternoon
    I embrace my corner of this world.
    Holding out for elegance
    a single leaf from any tree you spy
    that sense of miracles
    is cradled by a love of beauty.
    These naked bodies
    of beautiful women
    uninhibited song.

    Do roses wear calluses?
    I thought their petals were fragile.
    Maybe by dancing they hardened their glare.
    Those eyes on me
    my tender Lily
    do not shed one single dream of yours.
    I will always play host to ships that sail
    and feathers that meet the wind
    despite what pictures I have taken.

    Nudist pictures
    Free exotic stories
    Beautiful women in competition.
    Beautiful women art
    tasteful, yes I try.
    I paint them
    and then?
    I ponder their pleasures on my canvas.

    11/10/07


    April 01,2008
    A follow up to this poem,

    Nudist pictures and free exotic stories are the subject of the poem above. It is about my struggle of judgment obviously, of my own self in this endeavor and of others upon me. We are all trying to figure out what it is that we can and will allow in our lives, that will indeed define us. I am as human as you. You found this poem because you are seeking out a certain message or even a certain high. Thats not a bad thing. Beautiful women in competition is not always followed by a grim reaper. Being comfortable with our own sexuality is not a bad thing either. Deciding to post nudist pictures, in my case to paint them? Beautiful women art, free exotic stories, yes I guess I am embracing them.


    ABOUT Kathy Ostman-Magnusen: I am an artist, represented by Monkdogz Urban Art, New York. ORIGINAL ART may be purchased through Monkdogz: http://www.monkdogz.com/chelseagallery/artistart/Magnusen/artist_magnusen.htm
    My newest website, showing my sculpture & evocative, erotic paintings: http://www.kathyostman-magnusen.com

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