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 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?