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Muse

He watches me undress in his mind
He’s so kind
Tho he’s blind
To my faults
I can do no wrong
In the eye of the man who pens his song
Oh, the joy he does bring
When he sings
His words never succinct
He hides meaning in all
As he describes watching me crawl
To him with no panties on
I get wild with desire, my senses all gone
Thoughts scattered hither and yon
As I read his words
I wonder what he is doing now
Could he know some how
That to be a muse
Is delightful
Makes my nights full
Little does he know I can be a handful
I will keep a pocketful
Of thoughts of him
And what he sees in me
Oh could it be
He really dreams of what his mind sees
Of what he does with me
How I undress for him
Display my best for him
Play for him
Get on counters and tables
Become the subject of fables
Do wicked and dirty deeds
He satisfies all my needs
Urgency we do not heed
We just…be
Because I do
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