My Muse

Her brown hair blows back in the breeze
As she strolls down my dreams
With a smile that reveals
How I am head over heels

She's an angel, I believe
Her divine, secretive cleave
And her lips I cannot miss
As she begs me for a kiss

I stand aback, aroused by envy
Mesmerized by her beauty
I never felt that much desire
Her passion light my fire

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