She stands where light learns reverence,

a goddess coaxed from patient stone,

her slopes a quiet geography

of hills the chisel did craft alone

Curves flow like paused breath —

marbled grace, your heart does steal

hips holding the echo of tempting motion,

a softness the eye alone can feel

Beauty sleeps in that sensual hush:

not desire shouted, but invited —

the eternal bliss of touch does blush

A form to be worshipped & delighted

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