We stand there together, my love and I,

Hand in hand we examine the blue paint,

That so gracefully has become the sky;

Artists’ brushstrokes so fanciful and faint.

This gallery bustles with those who stare,

Looking for the secrets to what art means,

Yet none in this room begins to compare,

To my love in her designer ripped jeans.

We move about from display to display,

She so loves to admire the art here,

Her one request to make the perfect day,

My desire for her is drawing near.

If only we’d leave this dull, boring space,

I could get her home to screw at my place.


Today’s Prompt: Paint, Ripped Jeans, Art Gallery

This Shakespearean style Sonnet is a little naughty, but it was oh so fun to write. It isn’t the first poem so far, but the first to follow proper sonnet form. I may do this again sometime during the challenge!

For the full list of prompts and to join in on the 30 Day Restart Challenge, visit the prompt page here!

Thanks for reading!

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Jean Thomas

storyteller, reader, creative

John Mastro

Aspiring Author

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