It was a man touching his David.
Sculptin’ culture on the contraire.

She drew her lips into a smile.
Four chips in two teeth.

Sketchin’ her out on beach-sandpapers.
Making for days, sculpting.

Making love for days and
being *** for a night or so.

Yea, that’s his David.
That’s his masterful piece.

Call that a non-Goliath.
Call her five foot and four.