-sculpted-
Wrapped in a black satin sheet
Feel him breathing, lying next to me
Smile to myself........
The way he molded me into his masterpiece
My body like clay in his hands
His hands.....sculptures hands
Ruff, strong, pleasing hands
His eyes.....soft chocolate eyes
Looking at me with deep concentration
Held me pinned down
Took in every line and curve of me
I was afraid to breathe
His lips.....kisses that would melt ice
Wet, juicy, body humming kiss
Shaped me to his pleasure
Giving him all that I am
He captured my soul
My hearts beating next to his
Closing my eyes.....lost by my sculptor.
Copyright © Paula Sanchez | Year Posted 2009
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