The Drawing of Him

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She chewed on her pencil anxiously. 

Her hands crafted a face from graphite. 

The page captured a handsome man's face.

Her eyes admired his rugged features.


She let out a sigh from in her soul.

Such a great man seemed like a mere dream.

Just a fantasy out of her reach.

Yet, his face appeared in her dreaming.


He beckoned her to finish his form.

The next day she obtained more paper.

Her pencil crafted his neck and chest.

She put great details into his muscles.


She then tacked the papers together.

Each page was like part of a puzzle. 

He seemed to have obtained perfection.

She laid down lovingly by her art.


Her eyes closed and she slipped into dreams.

There he was in his completed form.

He pulled her close in a warm embrace.

Her body tingled from head to toe.


Her brother came looking for her.

No one had seen her for many days.

He went inside her small apartment. 

The brother found only drawing.


A single massive page of her and him.

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