For Art's Sake

She did not tell him why, that day, she took
His penis in her mouth so lovingly,
Bringing him to shuddering climax. She
Was skillful, and so loving in her stroke
He never thought to analyze the look
With which she mixed her passion, all to see
Each contour and each vein that throbbed as he
Built toward eruption, while she calmly took
Her artist's vision, turned to fiery bronze
Already in her mind, left him in spent
And panting gratitude for what she'd done.
The final product, faucet tipped with glans,
Stands in the student show, with mixed intent:
His passion and her art combined as one.