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Modelé
…..and it seems I often speak of light
(the splendor of it's illusions; it's magic)
it floods my window
in the morning
filtered by pastel, earthy colors and tones
by shade
go with me and see
Center-stage
it shines upon you
Modelé
it's colors, warm and soft
warming the place that you stand
your body covered with
soft white towels......
…...and the mind of this man
in awesome wonder
fantasizing the moment
the view, what lies beneath
what are the wonders, the magic of you
the towel cascades to the ground
like Niagara lifting its mist
revealing you
a smile as bright as
a starshines....
a silhouette of a woman's body
the flow, sensual yet so much
more than the words I am able
to speak
a maturity,a timeless beauty
lifting my desire
to a fevered pitch
higher and higher
“though I never laid a hand on you.....”
…...I feel you, caress you
the softness of you breast
held against my hands
the fullness of you hips
the way that you kiss me with
beautiful bee stung lips....so fine
In the morning
my “Modelé”
Published 20th Apr 2020
Author's Note
......and my mind paints a random picture (....and I *still* see you) A.Y.
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20th Apr 2020 2:16am
20th Apr 2020 6:53am
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24th Apr 2020 2:58am
Reading this for a second time, and DAMN this is some gorgeous poetry, brother! Thanks so much for this sensual masterpiece. The picture was a nice accompaniment ;)
