My muse is all I see, a flame in the dead of the night 

His taste lies on my tongue, salty and sweet 

His touch is a lover’s caress, both rough and gentle 

His songs are sultry, leaving me craving his melody 

His scent fills my soul, a fragrance of love, loss, and lust.

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