I found my muse.
It was buried under layers
Of denial,
Working long hours and not leaving
Time for me.
My words tumble from my soul.
Words of joy, love, sorrow and hope.
Wanting to be near you,
In your space
Breathing the air that you breathe.

Unwilling to fight for control of my emotions
My words race across the page,
Singing songs of bliss and freedom.
I want to shout and tell everyone!
I want to keep this sweetness
To myself, to savor

You underestimate the magnitude
Of my words,
My thoughts,
My passion for you.
They are interwoven with the marrow
Of my bones,
The follicles of my hair…
You are a part of me.

My tears, disappointments
And orgasms were preordained and
Waiting for your divine entrance.
I crave your taste
And embrace
That will again complete me.
Far beyond the pleasure that we create,
I am spellbound by you.
As I write,
I am awestruck
That we have not scratched the Surface.

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