Painting Backseat by Phil Cummings


Her luscious naked body was lovely in the diffused yellow light. She straightened her legs and settled down, snuggling down onto the silky lining of the soft, open sleeping bag, her head supported by her bent arm. Karen was a vision from some Renaissance painting idealizing an earthly model as some goddess from the ancient classics. She was Venus rising from the sea. Minerva, Helen of Troy, Andromeda. My pleasantly stoned brain beheld a vision of a beautiful woman laying supine, inviting me into her garden, offering me everything.