I am calling

Calling inspirations muse I am.
I need her to set my fingers a-fire,
I need something other then blues in me,
To take my passions higher.
I need to feel ecstasy,
To taste heaven,
To rid my world of complexity,
Someone to moan "Oh Devon".

Calling inspirations touch I am.
To trace her figure with my fingers,
To taste her sweat and such,
Someone whose kiss on my lips lingers.
I need passions embrace,
To take me from this world,
Who can save me from my race,
And in dark, have my reality hurled.

I am waiting for inspirations muse,
To teach me how to misbehave,
To take me into the dark and whose,
Kiss can for me can save.