With his loving fingertips he beholds with the eyes of his heart
Each and every curve still virginal in his mind
With longing eyes he gazes lovingly at the lifeless piece of clay
Nameless shapeless
He carves moulds sculpts late into the night
With Knowing hands, loving hands
He does not need light or sight
With soft moonlight he touches teases moulds every curve
Finally she begins to take form
His beautiful Venus
He caresses her with such passion longing and love
He cups her flawless youthful face
Runs his hands down her slender neck down over her breasts
Breasts swollen soft and silky
His mouth lets out an involuntary moan
Travelling further down to her slender midriff
Pressing his fingertip gently creating the perfect indentation
Slowly gently tentatively he lowers his head
His lips touch her very core
Momentarily he inhales then exhales
Wishing with all his life
He could breathe life into her
To have and to hold as his own
To call her his very own
You write with such passion Leila, you make the reader feel every touch and what a sculptor you are... andy x 10
This has a sensual feel to it, very evocative in style, Thankyou for sharing your art Love duncan X
more than passionate.. and more than every thing i heard.. your words and you feelings are so beautiful as you.. thx my sweet leila for this great job... yours hazem
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I would like to translate this poem
You have composed a masterful work. What is most impressive is the way you weave all your rhyming words and words with similar sounds which add a softness and lightness to the overall effect. A sense of continual motion is evident. Not hard to picture the story that unfolds.