Save on all your Printing Needs at 4inkjets.com!

The Statue Fetish

By: Sultry Alice

Page 1, A fetish comes in many forms.

 

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

 .

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

 .

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

 .

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

 

 

© Copyright 2014Sultry Alice All rights reserved. Sultry Alice has granted theNextBigWriter, LLC non-exclusive rights to display this work on Booksie.com.

© 2014 Booksie | All rights reserved.