Nude Woman with a Dog,
by Gustave CourbetVoices in Nude Woman with a DogMon Dieu.
Isn't Leontine exquisite?
Her full soft lips,
begging to be kissed.
Her voluptuous derriere,
sturdy yet sensuous.
Brown hair, flowing, the
color of pine wood.
Perfectly shaped breasts,
tasting like ripe fruit in
the summer. I love
my Leontine. I just wish
she'd wash her feet. And I wish
she'd look at me like her dog
gazes at her.
I know I am not his first and
I won't be his last. But he treats
me well and his friends are
interesting. Parties and dancing
and conversation at night.
Late mornings in bed. The sex is
good. Champagne at all hours.
But Mon Dieu. How many
hours does he need to paint
me? And what's with this lakeside
setting? The ground is not soft like
our bed. And he paints without speaking.
It all gets rather tedious and boring.
Luckily, I have my loyal companion, Louis,
who will love me forever.
Fetch the ball, Louis. Sit, Louis.
I love my mistress, but her commands
get rather tedious. She treats me well,
though. Once she is done moving and
making noise with that deadbeat, Gustave,
in bed, I get to sleep there, too. Much better
than the floor. And the food is really good,
too. When they eat steak, I get steak.
I prefer beef bourguignon to Coc au vin.
Whatever. Somebody always drops food
on the floor. Gustave is not her first and
he won't be her last. But my love for my
mistress is forever. She strokes me, holds
me, feeds me. I adore her. I just wish
she'd wash her feet. Mon chien.