Her slender figure is a
sculptor’s work.
So touchable and kissable
Like a creature from heaven;
A fallen angel, a messenger
from God
Awaiting a man for love, for
pleasure.
To feel the warmth of
another.
Her spirit deserted -
lonely.
Time passes without
feelings.
Her soul remains empty.
But like an artist’s dream
her face lightens
As she finds the one to
touch, to kiss,
To please, to love.
I hope it still is worth reading after all this time.
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