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The Model

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The Model

& the Artist



and she walked

with poise and

precision across

the room, never

averting her eyes.

her smile didn't move

but stayed still on her

face, like a painting,

from oil and grace

painted by his hands

and breath.


he moves her hair over

her neck and pushes her

back on the bed.

skin on skin, hand trail,

thoughts within, fold and

recoil across the walls of

his brain as all he can think

is that he doesn't deserve

this beautiful masterpiece

that is smiling in peace.




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lol, kim an 'explicit' content. who would've though that would happen. i didn't.  

this is more tumblr drabble poetry.

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