Who are you?
My instinct or my desire
You're taking me higher
And giving me immense pleasure.
My shadow or the liquid
running through my nerves
and absorbed by my bones.
My shade of lipstick
enhancing the beauty
of my unspoken words.
A sweet melodic song
going on the loop
all the time in my head.
I am sitting in a corner
Of my heart,
watching myself dancing
on your tunes.
This is the way I like
to feel you.
Because I know
You're not the real
Only in my muse.