by Louis Phillip Archambault

Created on: July 06, 2009   Last Updated: July 07, 2009

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Oh! Temptress Muse

You gorgeous and voluptuous inspiration of mischievous measure, my sensual temptress, your mentor's desire...

You have hold of my heart with your seductive charm whence my will be too weak, I care not to forsake you; forever my reason for not wanting you being lost at the sight of you...

Rid me muse of the spell you cast upon my heart that makes it weary as you go from my gaze or forever be the mistress of my heart's desire you mischievous muse of life's delightfully passionate

fantasy...

You sweet and bitter temptress sisters of my desire; my leathery heart has not the passion to take what it wants, it cannot withstand the tempest of your stormy love; your cruel magnificent magic is more than this mortal body's will may endure...

Please Muse, I request of you be gentle with the wrath you lay on your gentle servant of immeasurable insight that I might guide your senses to the heights of untold pleasure that the Goddess of Ecstasy has bestowed on me...

Know this My Muse, none other in all of the worlds have my capacity for providing the sensations of ecstasy, as I possess this gift of pleasure; the Goddess of Ecstasy is my best mentor, and I her best Muse of pleasure amongst these living dead...

Oh! Temptress Muse, let me enter your confidences and pleasure your senses or bid me farewell, I have no other gift but the desire to please you; if my gift is not pleasing to you let my heart free to seek another that might receive my living love...

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