Make her your muse,
Let her live inside your thoughts,
A constant whisper
You never want to silence.
Let her hair be your drawing brush,
Painting worlds and gliding slowly,
Sketching dreams
Across your skin.
Let her touch be your language,
Spoken without words,
Felt deeper than breath.
And let her kiss
Be the place,
Where every day
Finally ends.
Dec 17, 2025
Dec 17, 2025 at 1:36 AM UTC
Make her your muse,
Let her live inside your thoughts,
A constant whisper
You never want to silence.
Let her hair be your drawing brush,
Painting worlds and gliding slowly,
Sketching dreams
Across your skin.
Let her touch be your language,
Spoken without words,
Felt deeper than breath.
And let her kiss
Be the place,
Where every day
Finally ends.
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