How can you give me so many
Kinds of chills?
Ones of lust
Ones of thrill
We don’t need any pills
Your scent an aphrodisiac
Has me bent every which way
Your heartbeat a melatonin
Slowing my brain
Your moaning; toe curling
Magic like Merlin
You are my wind ♒️
Sails unfurling
Tongue slick like seals
Wrapped around me
Like an electric eel
This is the way
My muse makes me feel
Its not amusing
Not in the least
Because every time I see her
I just want to feast
You be the beauty
And I’ll be your beast
It’s magic we make
To the sound of this beat
In our house
“Making ends meet”
Is not a thing
Because the universe
Gave me you as my Queen
To me you are an ethereal being
From the moment I met you,
You were mine
I think about it all the time
Your blue eyes
An ocean unseen
Your freckles
Constellations with a cosmic sheen
Never in my life have I felt so seen
And if the Bible thumpers are right?
And you are a demon
Then raise your glass my love
To this toast
For you are my devil
And I, your willing host
I know I’m verbose
So I will stop boasting here
But just know
When it comes to my muse
Bitch hold my beer
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