Body

 As she undressed, her curvaceous body was naked. A few thick, black nipples, a flabby side, and lines of thighs and buttocks that dripped with vitality. As I traced the stems of the flowers on her chest, I realized my paintbrush was shaking. The naked body was glorious in the hazy afternoon sunlight. I realized that I didn't need my brother-in-law's name there. As I painted the peak of the flower on her back, I grabbed the camera from the hip and angled it up to capture her backside. With my large hand, I grasped the tip of the hair and stroked it. It was the only fiber in my flesh.

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