The thought of her makes me smile, my fingers tingle, my breath quiver. The way she walks, it’s almost like gliding, as if her feet were too holy to touch the mere earth. Her, a divine being among mortals—she is my muse, the lover for whom both my mind and body cannot help but yearn.
I want to make her mine, but I don’t want to cage her and her awesome beauty. I want to make her happy, but I’m afraid to fall short of expectations. I want to just hold her and have her, feel her veins thrumming oh-so-musically as she breathes, hear a goddess’s whisper as she sighs. My arms will protect her, and soon enough, my arms will free her.
Please be mine.
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