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The Photograph (My Muse)

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the photograph... � �
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......memories � �
rising up like the steam � �
from a cup of morning fresh brew
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thoughts and dreams
of me and you
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your essence,
erotic � �
exotic � �
sensual............bittersweet � �
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(my �Issa Rae� ) �
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longing the chance moment � �
when our thoughts and colors � �
finally mix and meet � �
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suddenly it's magic � �
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there upon the mount � �
Apollo's muse, � �
your epic words stimulate � �
a passion and desire within me � �
and I am beside myself with lust � �
and longing � �
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memories � �
as the waters � �
flow down upon your body � �
between the cleavage � �
of your breast � �
thundering down your fertile � �
moist valley � �
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fingers excite � �
a stream � �
of milky, white cream � �
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the elegant melody � �
of your ballade � �
I am mystified � �
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and though you may not believe as much � �
I want you � �
for all time � �
kissing you � �
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and � �
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touching you � �
right � �
�� there � �
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in a moment unspoken � �
inside your passion � �
I feel the earth move � �
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you lift me to heights.... � �
those of which I never wish to descend � �
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every time you capture � �
the firmament � �
of my throb � �
deep inside of � �
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you � �
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memories and desires, � �
hot and lilting in the wind � �
soft, intimate colours � �
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my photographic memories of you � �