My muse

Entices me

Excites me 

Paints images of herself 

In my heart and mind.

Erotic thoughts

Plunder my soul.

She makes my rod, like iron.

Her integrity reflects 

The painted images of 

Selfless beauty 

The crinkle of her smile,

The way her tongue 

Licks her lips .

Closing my eyes 

I see her as clear as day 

Her scent fills my nose 

As if it was bottled just for me .

Each day she anoints her scent 

Over my body,

Washing my wants, 

with her pleasure.

Straddling me 

We discover the pleasure 

Of mutual worship