Muses Of Lust Poem by Chimnese Davids

a poet without a muse how can that be,
when all he smells is her scent on his pillow, his bed linens
as the two plays a rhythm with there bodies melting
they close together. Her scent sends him to a world
Beyond this one as the universe and earth combined in a mixture
of passionate lovemaking as their lips melt with each other.
A rhythm they are playing making sounds of mystery
as he's hands both lay on the small of her back.
Surrounding there bodies to become a sound of poetry
that envelope into a beautiful love ballade.
A poet he is, she as his muse as he lust after her skin
burning with deep desire to fall over and love her
for all time. Him losing his virginity to a goddess on fire.
Supernatural power extreme from their lovemaking.
He yearns for her, his aching for her to come find him once again.
Then come wrap me up into your arms, expose your desire.
Leave an imprint as you pour your soul out for me to drink it.
Miss me nightly; miss me daily as my name gets printed on your heart.
Let only my name be left upon your breast as I am falling deeper into your existence.
The beat of your heart against mine plays a rhythm of pure love beats.