Soft Clay

she dances
to the rhythms
of submission
and rises
to exhaustion
as she molds
and plays upon
what's putty in her hands
as touching, pressing
offers, he so bold
an artist, he
in word expressions, hardened
as captured by seduction
of her sighs
yet softened, he
when savored
then with pleasure,
models she, alone
just for his eyes
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