Melissa S · Jul 21, 2012
Your Muse

I am the moves to the dance you have done
and the voice to the song you have sung

I am the thoughts that grow from within
before your mind even comprehends and sets to pen

I am the magic that forms on the brush that you hold
and the melody or harmony from the music that unfolds

I am what is behind the alluring touch you so crave
Use me...I am nothing but your slave

I am the one who inspires
I am your lust wrapped up in desire

This is not a ruse
I am who you call out to for help
I am your muse

 
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