Monday, December 15, 2014

Sculpt

I am so close to warmth
Once again
Eternal Warmth
in your
Arms.

You are so close,
Yet millions of miles away
Your voice like an echo in an empty room,
yet filling the room
Max capacity.

My heart is yours- my body is warm, at the thought of your touch.
I reach for a sugar coated smile,
But once you return it will be engraved in me.
Chiseled like a sculpture sculpts his masterpiece.

Make me your art,
Mold me with your hands,
Inflict fire on me to twist me in ways you please.
Let your fingers guide my body,
Into pure ecstasy .

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