My Muse, br Can I ever be to you what you have been to me? br Can I inspire dreams of passion? br Can I steal your thoughts from work? br Can I become the obsession that burns your br blood with the thought of a touch? br Which deepens your breath br with whispers on your neck... br Which hints at secret knowledge, just out of reach... br just within reach... br within a touch br warm and soft br blurring your vision and br licking at the corners of you sighs. br Can I move as slow as I have seen you move? br br For I want to taste your passion and hear br your screams and see your eyes reflected in mine. br I want to touch a shaking body br and smell the perfume br that will remind me of this br night when all I can do br is remember. br ...and I will remember you. br My Muse.