Sculpture

・Sculpture

『  His face carved to perfection,
A sculptor who's made a masterpiece,
A soothing voice close to an angel's,
His touch, that would set a soul on fire.
....
Hard kissable lips he posses,
Pulls me into submission,
Through his eyes I gaze upon,
I see a love birthed of abomination.
....
I stood naked before him,
Every nook and corner exposed,
He caressed them with hands bare,
He was the one yet I was un-aware.  』・

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