To the Muse

With eyes closed, blind,
I sip at your unknown wine,
and the taste fiery and sweet
burns in my mouth,
murmurs in my blood.
I open my eyes
and the ribbons of your breath
are already permeating my world
with the colours of your soul,
the heat of your flesh,
bringing to a strange exuberance
all things that touch and stroke
my yearning senses,
my bleeding heart.
A sunlike kiss
is starting to form on my lips,
a kiss into which is poured
the fires of my soul,
a kiss birthed to worship your skin,
your lips to adore.

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