Ruby Honeytip - Beautiful Muse lyrics

She is draped over a chair, Artfully fashioned Like a fine piece Of silk. He imagines that her softness Would sweetly mould into His hands Like ripe fruit. She stays still and silent, Letting him consume her With his hungry eyes. He drinks her in, The fullness of her breast, The gentle curve of her hip And the honeyed tones of her Naked skin. Her natural beauty Has him mesmerised.... Lips apart, Heart pounding, Motionless. He feels the heat of creation rise in him And with power and purpose, His eyes break contact as He touches His brush To the canvas.