Ice Sculpture

Eyes glued to the smooth curves

with awe, lips split ajar,

legs locked, but neck still moved

body frozen stiffer.

Her gaze chiseled my form,

creating a sculpture.

Like ice in her hands, not warm,

she shaped me with selfish adjure.

Whipped into submission,

I did as she petitioned.

If she desired a quality,

I would have granted it willingly.

For her, I was whatever.

To me, I was a lie.

For As long as I had her,

it mattered not; that "Why?"

Reviews

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. wow ... a rare submission of the artist ... to art ... amazingly beautiful and awe inspiring ...