For You My Muse..Because its what you do to me....
My Undoing....
If you could only see me now,
If you could only feel it,
You would know
without the slightest doubt,
What you have done to me
Is my undoing..
Oblivious to the sights and sounds,
Of the cacophony, squalor or majesty,
Of the varied human nature,
Playing with your kaleidoscope
Of Molten Hot Hues
Is my Undoing..
Building a bubble or a world of my Own,
My Passions Simmering and on the Edge,
Teasing and Yet Testing the Limits,
Fantasizing Incessantly and almost Inherantly
About your layers of Ardour
Is my Undoing..
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