Louis-Léopold Boilly - A Lady Seated at Her Desk
He sat me among naughty things
and told me to think of innocence.
Of all the sins brushed across my skin,
denial sent the deepest blush.
With my arm pressed against my thigh
I tried to not wonder how his hands would feel
beneath my dress and demon’s silenced.
Even angels hate pedestals.
©Susie Clevenger 2018