Without question

Intent without question

 

you make me ache

 

Crafted care

 

diligence to result

 

A fine specimen of woman

 

chiseled and making me hard

 

 I want with a fierce desire

 

I want without guilt or shame

 

I know it might seem shallow

 

but you know the depth of the ache

 

You feed me pieces, traces

 

knowing the fire that stirs

 

For that I thank you

 

and in reverence

 

I rise

 

with a need that must be heard~

 

 

~for my muse~