Body Of Artz
Molded in flesh, sculpted by fire,
Her body is canvas, painted with desire.
Breasts like marble, graceful, round,
Mountains of melt, where meadows are found.
Lips like velvet, sweet with wine,
Bites taste of heaven, devils dine.
Softer than silk, warm like sun,
Each whisper, a nip, tongues leaving undone.
Her between wet vales, a river at dusk,
Fevered, luscious, an Eden of lust.
Midnight confessions, guilty and ripe,
Between crimson sheets, minds claw at the night.
Her body, a muse, a curved masterpiece,
Painted by dawn, in shades of release.
Her body is canvas, painted with desire.
Breasts like marble, graceful, round,
Mountains of melt, where meadows are found.
Lips like velvet, sweet with wine,
Bites taste of heaven, devils dine.
Softer than silk, warm like sun,
Each whisper, a nip, tongues leaving undone.
Her between wet vales, a river at dusk,
Fevered, luscious, an Eden of lust.
Midnight confessions, guilty and ripe,
Between crimson sheets, minds claw at the night.
Her body, a muse, a curved masterpiece,
Painted by dawn, in shades of release.
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Background: This poem celebrates the fullness of a woman’s form her breasts, lips, warmth, and the pleasures she indulges in. The imagery is deeply sensual yet artistic, likening her body to a masterpiece, sculpted and painted by passion. The contrast between pleasure and guilt adds depth, portraying intimacy as both divine and forbidden.
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