Masterpeice


Gazing nervously
Widening vestibule
Shallow breathes
Clenched hands
Pushing
Pertinacious
Who was - how was - she was
Incandescent Intoxicating dauntless woman,
Solace for her. Aquiver was he feeling bliss.
Pushing, almost there, Push, almost there
Crowning, his heart racing, racing
Words could never describe
Pushing, culminate
Hands open, eyes wide
Petite head in hand he holds
Magnum Opus, his eyes explode
Then he knew what all was for
the purpose, the meaning
Sustenance mortal being
Little hands, tiny feet
Loved and blessed
Now complete

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