My Muse

Eyes locked in trance
Palm to cheek,
Intoxicating scent
Knees go weak.

Pulled in close
Velvet lips to mine,
Gently first
Rough with time.

Tugging hair
Heaving chest,
Traveling kisses
Toward my breast.

Desperate hands
Grasp with need,
Tearing garments
With lusty greed.

Joined together
Ravenous embrace,
Moving as one
Face to face.

Awakened, inspired
Delightful bliss,
He is my muse
and I am his.

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