I am he, for he is me… Who am I? I am the MUSE © Jonathan Wikkins November 7, 2001 Revised March 6, 2008 All Rights ReservedWritten November 7th, 2001 © on Nov 07 2001 11:59 AM PST, David Michael Shurtleff thoughts • life • my • own • style
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"I am he,..."
Author:Jonathan Wikkins
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"I am he,..." by Jonathan Wikkins
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"Moonflower, Moonflower open before me … Your nectar's sweet scent flows bringing desire … Open freely, moonlight's shaft again is here. Bathe the night flyer with taste's desire … Its shaft wishes..."
"Come to me my love Come to me … Desire fills our hearts love fills our eyes skin needs skin want fills the air … We need each other … Come to me my love Come to me … Night is young moon is brigh..."
"Into the fray, goes the muse... Take my hand, walk with me… Let us go placidly, amongst the fray, and life's storms, side by side, for years to come. Our walk brings us peace,..."
"Moon... How are you tonight? We come to you as two, who wish to be as one… Cast your sensual glow, upon our faces… Our hearts wish heightened desire… As we bare each other's bodie..."
"Just a breadman, nothing special... A breadman, who walks amongst others, he is nothing special… Or so it seems... He has a heart, as big as the sun, ..."
"Out into the fray, comes the muse, to weather life's storms... Says the muse: "Passion speaks passion." "For life is passion," speaks the muse... "Passion begets life." ..."
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