ARTS o’ MAGAZINE
SCULPTORS’ RAPTURE
AN ODE TO THE ART OF SCULPTURE
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In the realm of sculpting,
where desire is clay,
Bodies intertwine,
like pieces in play.
With delicate hands,
I shape your form,
An artist’s touch,
arousing and warm.
Each stroke of my hands,
a tender caress,
Unveiling your curves,
a masterpiece in progress.
Like a sculptor,
I carve and refine,
Chiseling away inhibitions,
unveiling what’s divine.
Your body, my canvas,
a landscape of lust,
I mold and shape,
exploring passions we trust.
From the softness of clay,
passion takes flight,
As we sculpt desire,
in the dim candlelight.
Like a sculptor’s tool,
my fingers explore,
Tracing hidden valleys,
igniting your core.
Each touch, a brushstroke,
on this canvas of skin,
Creating art with pleasure,
from deep within.
I sculpt your longing,
as clay responds to fire,
Molding desire,
fueled by our burning desire.
In this dance of creation,
bodies entwined,
We sculpt our fantasies,
leaving inhibitions behind.
With skilled hands,
I shape and I mold,
Crafting an erotic tale,
passionate and bold.
Like clay in my hands,
you yield and you bend,
Sculpted by pleasure,
our desires transcend.
In this artistic realm,
where ecstasy reigns,
We sculpt our bodies,
shedding all constraints.
The sculptor’s touch,
an intimate artistry,
Creating a masterpiece
of sensuality.
As our bodies entwine,
like sculpture and stone,
Desires carved deeper,
into passion we’re thrown.
In this intimate dance,
our artistry grows,
Sculpting a love story
only the two of us knows.
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