She was perfectly executed
Her design was so much more than
I liked the vowels and inflection
Her teeth made me hungry for her sound
I could scarce could wait
For her to bleed onto the canvas of my
Existence
The froth bubbled down my heart's aorta
And I was flush with her articulation
The oval of her eyes were perfectly
Cast and set
Her breath flowed into the mist of my morning
I inhaled deeply her
Existence
I was merely God's brick layer
But oh my God
I ran my hand over her scintillating body
I knew her details intimately
This is my field of Callow lilies
This is where I found
Existence
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