Muse

[DemaM]

I danced with beautiful woman last. She is enough to make any man shiver with anticipation. As my hand moved down along her back she watched me. Her eyes glistened, her face smiled. She was mine, and for that moment I was hers.

Her hair simmered in the soft lines, and her hips moved smoothly to the sound of sensual rhythms. I caressed her body with my body, and added my warmth to hers. She was the very essence of pleasure, and I was the means.

Her soft scent still haunts my clothing, and her nubile body haunts my mind. Shakespeare had a muse in life; and strangely enough, I think I have found mine.
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Anything welcome, the passage above I think gives enough direction.

[Droevig]

There is an angel beside me, guiding my soul with the soft ups and downs of his chest. I have watched his heart beat for hours now, and yet... I can not sleep. I am afraid that god will steal him from me, snatch him back up to the heaven from which he fell.

Oh my love, how is it that you blind me so? To fury, hate and pain. How is it that you take my soul, and mold from it the bright night sky. How is it that you love me? someone so cold and cruel. How is it love that I have you, to hold me tight and warm...

Oh how you sleep so peacefully, with soft sigh's of gods devine.

Oh love, sleep on, pacefully, sleep on, sleep on... I do not want to lose this angel, who has fallen in my arms.


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I love the muse idea, its beautiful, the imagry of the dance is good too, it sets a mood, did you have a particular dance in mind?