Romance Apprentice

Clip the wings of the eager muse she's full of nievety and a gentle prose. Her hair is soft and smells like rose skin like porcelain and sweet to the taste. I devour her curves, I hate to premature release. She lays before me, naked in perfection. She wears a mask but I've seen her face. Beside her warmth I turn to place; my hand over her heart she smiles and my heart skips a beat. An apprentice to none we have mastered when we are entwined. Forever mine