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Don't tell me anything,
my intuition knows,
every time I read you,
your essence shines through.
Drinking from your soul,
quenching a thirst,
your feeling merges
with my own feeling.
When your skin feels
the skirmish of desire,
my pen glides,
seducing with letters and verses.
Your skin captures what my being
translates into poetry,
because you are, in every line,
my inspiration and muse.
Don't tell me anything
because I already know it in silence,
our bond transcends
words and eloquence.
You are the muse that dwells
in my heart and thought,
and in every poem,
I find fullness and essence.