I am no blank canvas
Her voice carries
Over exhaled droplets
Float on chill air
Chiffon stiffens
Over her breast
Pertinent news
Traded for lashes
Poignant painter
Strokes her curves
With tip of brush
Dipped and licked
Tip of tongue
Flicks with gossip
Gleaned from models
Like this one
But not
All the stories
Laid out to honour
The delicate shape
Of her ear 
Dripping with pearl drop
Lungs fill suddenly
Then stop
As a fine hand decorated
With a spectrum of splatter
Adjusts the neckline
Then dabs another 
Skin colour
Deep and divine