As I've moved from place to place,
from room to room, she has silently
accompanied me.

Painted by an artist long forgotten,
she wears a crown of dark hair, 
her body sheathed in a scarlet dress.

Beneath her watchful eye,
I've touched myself countless times.
She's privy to my deepest fantasies,
those that dampen the sheet below me.

Night after night, I grasp at ecstasy.
Sprawled naked before her,
I bask in her placid gaze.

Her hand forever rests near her breast,
as if she's tempted to share my bliss.