My eyes are always on her. I stare longingly at her cupid’s bow, so perfectly shaped it could hold a single drop of water. I love the curve of her shoulders, feminine in summer dresses but strong enough to help me move old appliances. My hands always find their way to her long silken thighs, soft under my fingertips, until they squeeze my face tightly in release. Her brown eyes light up like fireworks when I make her laugh. She inspires me to create, to write, to dream. She is a beautiful muse.