He took his time, moving slowly, outlining her body with the touch of a long-time lover.
He knew exactly what he wanted to give her.
He let his memory take control. There was no detail of her that escaped his eyes.
Or his hands.
His light, soft strokes followed the familiar, round curve of her wide hips, only half covered
by the white sheet that draped lazily over the edge of the bed.
He gently brushed the ends of her sun-streaked hair, just barely covering the back of her neck,
almost touching her shoulder.
He outlined the rise of her full breast. One light stroke made the nipple erect.
He felt her familiar form take shape under his hand.
He stood up and stepped back.
He gazed intently at the canvas, satisfied and spent.