How sweet it is
To be a muse
Whether it be for art
For lust
For love
To be watched
With eyes of love & acceptance
Openness & safety
Curiousity & respect
You reveal all the more
Real
Red
Rawness
I'm floating on a cloud of smoke and sweat
And relishing in the rewards of strength
Of flow
Of acceptance
I asked you to 'mark my words'
And it has all come true
So mark them again
Come from a place of love
And miracles will occur
I see them every where
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