I think you've probably got the hang of these! Mwah! Kate xx

ARTIST'S MODEL 4


He made them a fire.

She watched as the clothes
she had arrived in
went up in smoke:

Her stillborn past incinerated.

Instead, he wrapped her
in his own ample shirt,
which still bore
the fecund aura
of his muscular scent...

Nothing else was needed;
She was beginning to rise:

Aware that her slight physique
was starting to swell
like moistened grain,

She felt nurtured by his
freely-yielded masculinity;

Like a tender vine-dresser,
he was growing her at last
into the woman
she was destined to become.