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Click hereThis is your studio
And I stand naked at the center
Waiting for you to make me your masterpiece
This is charcoal dust on your fingertips
And I am your parchment
As you sketch dream circles around my navel
This is magenta on your brush
And I am your canvas
As you paint passion on my skin
This is your chisel
And I shape as you sculpt me
These are your pliers
And I curve as you bend me
These are your hands
And I yield as you mold me
I am reborn in your palms
Young and sweet
Ready for you to consume me
When you lift me to your mouth
I am soft fruit bursting between your teeth
Liquid music on your tongue
When you reach my core
It is opaque and pristine
A smooth milky lacquer
This is my pearl
My jewel of desire
My cool
That becomes hot
With your touch
I liked very much the interplay between the roles of being a passive object and being the actual subject where there are no more relation between model and creation maybe better said where those relations are hopelessly mixed and confused together to thew utter satisfaction of everyone involved... Very original.