Words fail to describe my muse The one who ignites the fire in my spirit The one for whom each day I live The one I love My only muse Her lips remind me of rose petals Soft and luscious Succulent and sweet I would die for a kiss from her delicious lips Her beautiful dark hair my fingers ache to touch Like the waves after a night of storm, her hair undulates I can't help but breathe its sweet perfume Scented breeze pours out of her as she dances Intoxicating every pore of my being Her body not just flesh but a temple As it moves, I admire her every curve When she wraps her veil around me I lose my senses Don't wake me up from this mysterious trance Let me live in this moment Let me die in her arms Within her there is sweet darkness ready to entice Within her there is purity of goodness for those in need Sinner and saint is she She is my reason to love life Her strength is but the triumph of her existence Dragons and angels she commands But to me is she is divine fire The Holy Venus rock of ancient pacts She is the warrior and the lover She is my reason to love life And as long as she lives My inspiration won't die Sofia E. Falcone
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