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Sculptor
(unrhymed pantoum paring)
formule poésie érotique 14/30
Clay -
What artist could this medium resist?
How could creative hands not seek her depth
To bring to life her mysteries well kept?
What skillful progress gains her inner realm.
How could creative hands not seek her depth?
How hardened softness plys with fingers' wet,
What skillful progress gains her inner realm,
In slickened rise and turn, in pull and press.
How hardened softness plys with fingers wet,
With sheerest dampened fabric, slow removed,
In slickened rise and turn, in pull and press,
That brings in flexing cede her art defined.
With sheerest dampened fabric, slow removed,
With every stroke and slide of artist’s styl’,
That brings in flexing cede her art defined
With each caressing touch, goddess emerge.
With every stroke and slide of artist’s styl’
In whispered gasps' emit, as pressures' shift,
With each caressing touch, goddess emerge,
As shape responds in offered fold and curve.
In whispered gasps' emit as pressures shift
To bring to life her mysteries well kept,
As shape responds in offered fold and curve,
What artist could this medium resist.
Model-
What artist could this medium resist,
As shape responds in offered fold and curve,
To bring to life her mysteries well kept,
In whispered gasps’ emit as pressures shift.
As shape responds in offered fold and curve,
With each caressing touch, goddess emerge
In whispered gasps’ emit as pressures shift
With every stroke and slide of artist’s styl’.
With each caressing touch, goddess emerge.
That brings in flexing cede her art defined
With every stroke and slide of artist’s styl’,
With sheerest dampened fabric, slow removed.
That brings in flexing cede her art defined,
In slickened rise and turn, in pull and press.
With sheerest dampened fabric, slow removed,
How hardened softness plys with fingers wet.
In slickened rise and turn, in pull and press,
What skillful progress gains her inner realm.
How hardened softness plys with fingers wet,
How could creative hands not seek her depth?
What skillful progress gains her inner realm
To bring to life her mysteries well kept,
How could creative hands not seek her depth?
What artist could this medium resist?
formule poésie érotique 14/30
Clay -
What artist could this medium resist?
How could creative hands not seek her depth
To bring to life her mysteries well kept?
What skillful progress gains her inner realm.
How could creative hands not seek her depth?
How hardened softness plys with fingers' wet,
What skillful progress gains her inner realm,
In slickened rise and turn, in pull and press.
How hardened softness plys with fingers wet,
With sheerest dampened fabric, slow removed,
In slickened rise and turn, in pull and press,
That brings in flexing cede her art defined.
With sheerest dampened fabric, slow removed,
With every stroke and slide of artist’s styl’,
That brings in flexing cede her art defined
With each caressing touch, goddess emerge.
With every stroke and slide of artist’s styl’
In whispered gasps' emit, as pressures' shift,
With each caressing touch, goddess emerge,
As shape responds in offered fold and curve.
In whispered gasps' emit as pressures shift
To bring to life her mysteries well kept,
As shape responds in offered fold and curve,
What artist could this medium resist.
Model-
What artist could this medium resist,
As shape responds in offered fold and curve,
To bring to life her mysteries well kept,
In whispered gasps’ emit as pressures shift.
As shape responds in offered fold and curve,
With each caressing touch, goddess emerge
In whispered gasps’ emit as pressures shift
With every stroke and slide of artist’s styl’.
With each caressing touch, goddess emerge.
That brings in flexing cede her art defined
With every stroke and slide of artist’s styl’,
With sheerest dampened fabric, slow removed.
That brings in flexing cede her art defined,
In slickened rise and turn, in pull and press.
With sheerest dampened fabric, slow removed,
How hardened softness plys with fingers wet.
In slickened rise and turn, in pull and press,
What skillful progress gains her inner realm.
How hardened softness plys with fingers wet,
How could creative hands not seek her depth?
What skillful progress gains her inner realm
To bring to life her mysteries well kept,
How could creative hands not seek her depth?
What artist could this medium resist?
Published 14th Apr 2018
| Edited 15th Apr 2018
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14th Apr 2018 11:02pm
15th Apr 2018 12:18pm
I hope you see this reply, if I could type a bow, I would. But it was a poem I wrote in an hour and now is a much better and, hopefully more sensual poem - equally complex.
And most of all I want to thank you for getting it. I wonder sometimes how many readers here actually can.
I am honored and humbled
geoff
And most of all I want to thank you for getting it. I wonder sometimes how many readers here actually can.
I am honored and humbled
geoff
15th Apr 2018 4:37pm
I think it is even better with the half rhymes and the more overt sensuality you have included - bravissima!
