My Muse, <br /> Can I ever be to you what you have been to me? <br />Can I inspire dreams of passion? <br /> Can I steal your thoughts from work? <br /> Can I become the obsession that burns your <br /> blood with the thought of a touch? <br /> Which deepens your breath <br /> with whispers on your neck... <br /> Which hints at secret knowledge, just out of reach... <br /> just within reach... <br /> within a touch <br /> warm and soft <br /> blurring your vision and <br /> licking at the corners of you sighs. <br /> Can I move as slow as I have seen you move? <br /> <br /> For I want to taste your passion and hear <br /> your screams and see your eyes reflected in mine. <br /> I want to touch a shaking body <br /> and smell the perfume <br /> that will remind me of this <br /> night when all I can do <br /> is remember. <br /> ...and I will remember you. <br /> My Muse.<br /><br />John Kipling Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-muse/
