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Whatever inspires, is a gift.

Submitted:Mar 18, 2007    Reads: 135    Comments: 2    Likes: 0   

May I use you as my muse

I shall never want to lose

Gently receiving

Each word from your sweet lips

They slip

They come

Dispensing dizzy delight

No end in sight

Hopefully, never to end

You, the muse

A Queen

To launch a thousand ships

At your whim

To find your lost love

Eagerly awaiting word

Love's wispering word

My muse

You're simply an inspiration

I'm completely consumed by

Utterly turned on by


My muse

I shall never want to lose


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