My Muse

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Staring at the page on which I write, I see the contours of your face. As I trace my fingers over you as if I’m reading Braille, words appear on my page. Words that radiate my emotions, words that fuel and drive my passion, words that feed my soul. Each laughter line, a little deeper because of how we share life together. Each freckle a droplet of ink from my pen as words tumble easily onto my page. Eyes that shine and sparkle like diamonds. Bowed lips that smile with ease and perform incredible acts of love and desire.

 

 

Published 4 years ago

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