She is....

The spitting voice of vengeance strengthened with rage
The lessons learned by errors and coming of age
The calm heavens after a storm and the bringer of light
The sensual siren that calls to you in the night
The finality in sorrow as you cry out goodbye
The longing desire whispered from lips on a sigh
The mourning despair of death’s darkest days
The winged hope that shines in loves warm rays
The fiery embers created from vespers of pain
The sight of the blinded who’s spirit is unchained
The passionate web of intoxication derived from a kiss
The soft edge of destruction as you step into the abyss
The profound release of submission to an erotically dark master
The bindings and whips that mark a canvas of alabaster
The released soul that soars within fantasy’s spell
The shadowy phantom that re-lives hurt’s hell
The new found faith of the faithless with crosses to bear
The simple comforting hug given in friendship and care
The beauty of nature and the seductive thrill that city lights hold
The homecoming of country roads as twilight unfolds
The melting breath of a lover across flushed skin
The fire of creation that burns from deep within
The silhouette of recognition between love and abuse
She is the Muse…..