My gorgeous lover wrote about me. Not only was it about me, it was breathtaking. The words, the way he shaped themto his desired effect. Goosebumps forme on my skin and i sat there shaking, a desire for him, in no way sexual, I mean it, I desire his heart and soul. I wish to cradle and kiss both, to be blessed in his light. Today, I, the artist, became the muse.