True Art

Your body is like clay
You bend it to you’re will
Nudity becomes expression
Skin becomes a canvas
Your eyes the depth of the piece
No longer are you just a man
You for an instant have become
Living breathing art
It’s not about lust
Wanting or sex
It’s about you
Who you are
What you’ll become
For a moment or two
Time was stopped
And you became art
And no statue can ever comepare
To your breath taking beauty
Or your inner depth