Flowing curves to tempt gentle hands,
spread on an altar to admire,
Such beauty as this was once
unobtainable, now skin vibrant
as a picture perfect babe.
If there’s a runway to possession of you,
then nearness is sky-bound distraction.
Each connection draws one step closer to
a flawless complexion; one of a kind.
Collectively moulded as one,
becoming the glue which keeps all together,
the resin poured over taut surface,
profile designated for earthly abandonment.
From the catalogue to my creation,
never to dream you’d one day be mine,
or that singed Icarus could melt again,
envious of these pin-up Spitfire wings.
Collab by Sabresun & Sugarmuser.
