A Piece of Art
Her words fuel my intoxicated brain
Like she already knew that I had a thing for words
And though I haven’t heard her angelic voice speak
I know it’s entrancing
Her essence is arousing
Stimulating my mind and body
Oh, my body
How I fiend for not just someone to hold it
But for it to be her
In this little time and space...
I have designated her with the niche of being my muse
Copyright © Monia Kurtz | Year Posted 2019
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