The_Sculpture_Within_the

Once she admits Him,
she frees herself,
learning
depths unexplored.
His touch
merely coaxes her
to imagine
her dreams as real.
In His shadow
her mists subside,
and her gaze within
clears,
understands.
The heat of His flesh
comes from her desire,
His velvet hardness
molded from her firm resolution
to soften around Him.
He but fills the space
she has deemed empty,
her low yearnings
pulsing in His ears.
To Him her submission given,
and He takes its full measure
and beyond,
her limits forgotten
in Their wake.
He was created by her
to complete her
and define her further,
and through Him
she comes to exist
as herself
at last.

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Poemission

The Sculpture Within the Clay

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