He made her with his lungs. He could do anything with glass. And he was dancing as he blew out her body in the shape of his soul…
It was the greatest masterpiece of his life. She was perfect. One curve melted into another. Light lost its mind when it found the shine on her breasts.
And when she came to life, he was not at all surprised. He always waited for the day when his art would reach its utmost expression and become as real as anything.
She blinked her eyes slowly, and he took off his clothes. He needed to feel the body he has created with his. He yearned to be inside his achievement, but he was afraid he would break her.
He caressed her gently and felt the warmth of the fire still within her. He touched her belly and felt the imprint of his hand become a part of her body. He could still mold her!
He put his hands on her thighs and kneaded them slightly as she began to moan.
He blew on her back, then just below, then onto her chest, then near her mouth - his breath writing the poem of his love into her body.
As gorgeous curves multiplied and she neared satisfaction, he could not help himself and entered her.
They moved as a song of light and matter. She enveloped him completely and he screamed in divine pleasure.
Then he broke. He exploded. He fell apart into a thousand pieces of glass, all reflecting her.
And as she cooled off from the love, she picked up a remaining piece of his body and licked it.
It was so smooth, so artful…
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