My Muse
It is she whom I dream ofIt is she who I want
She is my muse
my thoughts, hopes, and desires
She inspires me
Truly greatly
It is something
that I ponder
To sit and wonder
who is she?
Why is she
the object of my affection
Does she deserve it
or does she not
It is a mystery
Why I love her so
Uncontrollably
I am lost in her essence
her presence
Devoured by emotion
While love and lust
Know no bounds
And my body races
With her tempting paces
Slowly growing nearer
Surely making it clearer
That she is my life
My one and only love
The object of everything
My Muse
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