Erotic PoetryPygmalionPygmalion
soft curves
and pale flesh revealed
shyly to his gaze
he can not look away wanting
to place his hand
on the curve
of her hip the slope
of her cameo shoulders
she is demure
unconsciously tempting
from behind
he takes each breast
the insistent pouting
of her nipples
into his palms amaze him
he hears the roar of blood-rush
stirring his passion
she smiles in recognition
pressing back to the question
yes..
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