The Muse
Cherry lips pursed in front of the microphone she calls me
She strikes the ivory like a deranged goddess
The first time I fell in love
It was with a melody
Rapturous the fever burrowed under my skin
I understood how fast a fire could spread sparks flew from the moans escaping her throat
What wild lust was this
Lost in her song
Delirious me drowning in delight
The sultry siren beckoned
And I followed
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