The Muse
Totally distracted today by luscious memories of the lips of
my Muse...
And of mine seeking prizes in the erected flesh awaiting
eagerly my slippery, hungry mouth,
Hips squirming, thighs still dripping with our love,
Stomach clenching, smooth and conditioned by your impatient
demands of wet silk gushing from my core...but that was before...
Now impertinence awaits, rocking to and fro in the heart so
freely given,
Never mind the lust that rocks the windowpanes, it is the
love that’s taken and thrown against some proverbial wall,
I moan incoherently with pleasure and pain,
As my soul falls into the depths of a darkened slumber.
Do this, do that, be a good little girl and smile...
Recede from your mind, these things that bring tears to your
eyes..
“Fuck. That”...I whisper, blushing and ashamed, shaking from
hammering heart in chest...
I need an Alpha, that can take me within an inch of my tender
life with his appetites, and shout it from the mountaintops after, ‘She is
Mine’.
Shivering I come from baited dreams, awakened....
The bliss of my heart in
tact through the unwelcome exchange of the past,
Licking up my thigh, another delicious Muse will arise,
And will make me feel loved....revered....beautiful, as is
befitting such a glorified position, offered with love, and broken the same
way.
My soul, passion reigns and cannot be detained in other
waking or dreaming tasks, as brash as it may seem at times...
The quivering, scintillating love I give..my body a virtual
melting pot of glorious, beautiful devotion,
A deep kiss, my tongue reaching your soul with depths unknown
by most humans in this existence, dismissed....
My Muse, is Gone, in my Heart.
I writhe and groan as fingers touch that spot that buries the
world and its burdens,
Flicking ever so gently the little nub that participates in
my grandest pleasure, awakening a far different beast than the one that
presently consumes....
Back arched, tears fall gently for what could never be,
As the heat rises, fingertips to toes, I’m exposed in each
glorious eruption...such a beautiful me, I see, with watered cheeks and blazing
eyes.
A goddess at your fingertips, yet hidden...Why?
The way a heart stabbed
so irrevocably in pain heeds no sensible thoughts, only crushing dreams within
heedless moments of despair......
It matters not, the way I moan your name so clear, as if in
crystal tones this love for my Muse permeates this world,
Not in vain does it disappear, but indefinitely it does,
echoes bouncing off the shattered walls of my heart.
And then, at some point, the light will cast from my eyes
again as the fog clears,
All words have been spoken....un-reprimanded, or unnoticed...
I’ll write with quivering hands and shaky breath, because I
haven’t the bravery to speak the words aloud nor the ability to not say them at
all..a writer must write...
Of love, such a scintillating, beautiful love affair...that
could never truly be, with my brilliant, but uncommitted, imaginary Muse.
