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 thoughts even set to pen

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

I am what is behind the alluring touch you so crave
I weave around all that you so freely gave

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