Moulding

I can see with my hands
said the sculptor to the clay

Except the clay is soft
and on her back she lay

my hands can mould just anything
my gasping heart demand

and you my soft material
will mould at my command

I will place tips just here and here
and fold soft lips now there

I will create chasm and cavern
explore all with sweet despair

A fall of hair I will create
at curl in other places

a subtle mound will rise not fall
the jungle that it traces

and mountain valley foliage on
this joy of my creation

and then mould with seeing fingertips
the cause of my elation

soft and warm, smooth and wet
hot and patience asking

I will move this clay this model mine
This Pygmalion devastating

Yet sprung to life and movement
My love with ravage writhe

Beneath my subtle tender skills
She will correctly strive

whether end to this will come
and if she can stand passion torn as wonder

my hand with flick at yon soft tip
the other plumb her passion ripped asunder

My tongue will curve and smooth sweet clay
her passion claim her debt

I will create my masterpiece
my form, my love erotic, wet

And then on her sweet love will prove
and sweating we will couple

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Moulding

Kenart

Joined January 2008

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Pygmalion

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