
Henrietta, a poem by Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
A piercing look is so tantalizing,
Inviting me her body to explore,
To experience what I haven’t before.
An arousal I have been long wishing!
Such excitement for her as I’m painting,
As my pounding heart beat begins to roar.
This stress unable to take anymore.
How much time will I be weakly waiting?
Will I always feel her breath behind me?
Standing as if she is a prison guard,
Watching over the king’s priceless treasure.
Not able to let passions to be free,
To have what is before me I am barred.
Today there’ll be no reaping of pleasure!
Beautiful poem but I don’t see her look as an invitation. Surly the artist us smitten.
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Is another painting of Henriette done by the same painter three years earlier. She has that same strong piercing stare. The poem plays on the reflection in the mirror.