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As she cried,

“I need you”

she remembered,
a dream behind her eyes
beyond the ennui of unwanted salted wishes

she heard  an echo
of gossamer yearnings

now, the muse was between her

where words bow to the night
pulsing
         in paleness
                         through shadows

                                                      dappled beyond the invisible into softness

she is a muse given into intent

all that is first and dominant

words of only desire

urges

dreamily summon
sliding

unyielding with heat

then descending

stealthy

heart strings

strum

they ripple

again...

and
again...

eclipse into occasion
where whispers are warm, sweet words
that release into enchantment

whispers grip rhythmically

thrust upwards and sculpt perfectly

please, MORE...

moan

        low and deep
into
                    wetness,

                                             enveloped, embraced

only the glow
lined in velvet, fulfilled

dreams eventually end into the essence of what you require.