sculpted like a perfect piece of art,
curved like a violin.
through the mirror he stared back at her
she smeared her lotion,
with a grace of a thousand angels.
gently drawing every curve with the tips of her fingers.
slowly he swallowed gallops of saliva
longing to touch her
but he held back.
Even when he was burning with ecstasy,
and adored her naked soul
he silenced his demons with a hymn.