I hear her calling, the siren song of promise and conquest. Again and again I turn away from her embrace, reaching for freedom; a long lost choice. I try to deny my own nature, running from her, my destiny. Then she calls, I answer.
I am not worthy of her love, of her approval. I am not worthy of her desire. I cannot deny her - she takes my breath away leaving me helpless in her presence. Undeniable in her treacherous beauty, she fuels my passion for her approval.
I try to resist her indisputable temptation. I try to ignore her heady perfume. She brings me closer and closer - calling, calling me.
We embrace, we dance, we dive into the depths of depravity; releasing a vision of inspiration, love lost, love consumed.
I immerse myself in forgetfulness with the hope of returning to a time when I wasn't enslaved by her spell. She brushes away my tears and holds me close until the fear has passed.
She is my only vision - such a vision she is! Dangerous beauty with an iron will. I cannot escape who I am, who I will become.
She is my calling - she is my Muse, My Mistress.
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