6:16PM
Muse
She moves like a panther
Her eyes, black as the night
I watch her; she knows
She turns to me
A smile on her lips
Thunder rumbles through my soul
Her black hair falls long
She turns and she is gone
Taking with her ... my last breath
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My Writing in
Erotica,
My Stuff,
Poetry
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