i peer through deep becalming eyes beneath
the sheathing of my secret self: my soul
then tend my heart to whom i still bequeath
the sweetest thoughts i lay bare as extol
for when i sense her deepest nakedness
the beauty in my words accentuate
with that i'm more than willing to confess
i'll always yearn the passion she creates
while shadows slather the sheer depth of lust
in virtue of the way i feel for her
with how we bind as lover's always must
to bring the ripeness in our hearts to stir
that's where my female sovereign will not cease
she is my muse, my sultry love's release
the sheathing of my secret self: my soul
then tend my heart to whom i still bequeath
the sweetest thoughts i lay bare as extol
for when i sense her deepest nakedness
the beauty in my words accentuate
with that i'm more than willing to confess
i'll always yearn the passion she creates
while shadows slather the sheer depth of lust
in virtue of the way i feel for her
with how we bind as lover's always must
to bring the ripeness in our hearts to stir
that's where my female sovereign will not cease
she is my muse, my sultry love's release
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