My muse sings to me at night

When my sleepless body aches

She calls to me in the day

Through my fantasies and daydreams

She enters me through my subconscious

Harmonizing words on a page

Touching me with her desires

My words sing out

Reaching to her and finding her there

Wanting me like I want her

Sending chills through me

My body trembles, aching for her caress

Begging to be with her

Next to her, feeling her

Her touch is like music

Calming the beast within

Her voice whispers to me

Singing sweet adorations

Pleading her convictions

Like a flower opening in the spring

Delicate and aromatic, vulnerable to the touch

Thirsting to drink from that sensuous well

Easing the hunger she feels inside

Longing for that moment we can fulfill our desires

In dreams I slumber holding her close

Sleepily I whisper, good night sweet muse

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