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The Statue Fetish

Poetry By: Sultry Alice
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A fetish comes in many forms.


Submitted:Dec 8, 2012    Reads: 85    Comments: 12    Likes: 8   


The art museum, was her favorite place

With her hand; the statues she would trace

The doctors told her it was a "Plastic love"

Her official diagnosis; fit her like a glove

.

Statues, mannequins and immobility

The objects of her fetish; in her reality

They never moved under her caress

Her passions, hidden beneath her dress

.

The cold smooth feel or bronze or stone

Overwhelmed her, and made her groan

She liked to touch them, when alone

She wanted her sexual arousal, unknown

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Her most erotic fetish; just inside the door

A Spanish dancer she always wanted to explore

"Do not touch" read the sign upon the bust

Very stimulating; empowering her lust

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She waited, until almost closing time

The room was empty, the pickings prime

Kissing and fondling the marble stone

She suddenly realized, she was not alone

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The sculptor of the bust stood there

Of her fetish, he was now full aware

Come, I have a perfect man for you

Complete with bronze phallus; tis true





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