The melody of my muse
A feeling from a mental command to daily use
A very good tool for an author such as me
In the form of a hirsute chest wall, dark-brown eyes, and a body as strong as the mighty sea
I can’t think straight I pull back my covers
His handsome manly body hovers
He takes my body to the revelation of the fifth wonder
Elated, sedated, which my mental muse has officially created
That inner peace to tame the writer’s block beast
Who knocks on my door as I surrender in mental defeat
Not today I sweetly say
With my muse if there’s a will, but I’m highly addictive to him doing it his animalistic way
The floor, the bed, the couch, and yes even in the shower
It feels so good when my muse straddles me in the midnight hour
Stimulating, he’s a gifted body I would call
Thrusting inside of me, getting weak from his body, intoxicating like alcohol
Drunk in love
A muse I will never get rid of
Standing while he’s mental romancing
He lays me down, body-to-body physical dancing
Tiring me out
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
Assuring me I’m his thoughts as he has me nude on my back
A stiff hard code no other could come to crack
As I sit when I type
My muse slowly kissing down my back
His fingers now inside of me getting me wet with a pre-climatic hype
Waiting for the right moment when his pipe is ripe
How he untangles my mind I have no gripe
He mentally teases
He emotionally pleases
With my muse deep inside of me
He physically frees the flow of my sea, always fulfilling my carnal need
My computer keys are now ringing
Umm, my body once again is now singing
In the mist of me bringing
The flow of my mind
Thank goodness for the oral art of mankind
Licked up, licked down, still wet downtown
Hey, I’m not complaining
Mind is still consciously raining
Have to get somehow inspired
Before the essence of my mind totally expires