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You Inspire Me
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My Epistles: Miamians Mmm… yeah.
Come here, baby.
Listen to me now…
I’ve been around this world, but I ain’t never—
never—been right here before.
I’ve circled this planet, girl, from shore to shore,
Seen the sights a hungry man keeps prayin’ for.
I touched down in “paradise,” or so they claimed—
But every stop felt hollow, every joy unnamed.
Then I fell into you… and I fell deep,
You woke up a spirit I thought was fast asleep.
You keep me solid, yet you move me like the Nile,
And it feels feet deep to just go the extra mile.
So lean in close… let me whisper in your ear,
Before I lose my mind just havin’ you near.
Nothing feeds my fire, nothing makes it glow,
Like watchin’ those silk clothes fallin’ soft and slow.
You’re the spark, baby… you’re the whole symphony,
When you breathe, “Tonight… it’s whatever you need from me.”
You inspire me, girl…
Don’t you know?
Yes… you do.
The weight of the world finally feels light,
Since you became the rhythm of my lonely night.
It’s a sweet homicide—the way you kill the room,
Callin’ me “Hubby”… girl, you sealed my doom.
All that old drama? We left it at the door,
’Cause this life with you is what this poem is for.
So stay right there… listen for a minute,
Before this heartbeat jumps and I get all up in it.
Nothing lights the spark or feeds the flame,
Like the way you soft‑whisper my middle name.
You keep me reachin’, girl, you keep me close,
Even when you’re treating lunch—Lord, heaven knows.
You inspire me, girl…
I said you inspire me…
I said you—
You inspire me at dusk,
You inspire me at dawn,
You inspire me Monday to Sunday, girl…
Don’t you know?
Yes... you do.
Everything you do—from the way you walk,
To the sweet, sweet honey in the way you talk…
You’re my morning sun, you’re my midnight moon.
Don’t you go nowhere… stay right here in this room.
You inspire me…
I’m talkin’ ’bout you, baby—
Just you… and me…
Yeah…
Mmm-hmm…
You inspire me…
