Sleeping With My Muse

She comes out of nowhere
Always at unexspected times.
She pulls me away from whatever I'm doing
Says "Come along you must be mine"
She tempts me, seduces me, posesses me
Bending me to her will
In however way she wants
She whispers in my ear and fills my head
Ideas too absurd to peice together
I am reluctant
I shouldn't do those things
But again she seduces me
Pen meets paper
She takes possession of my body
My hands develope a mind of thier own
Paragraphs are forming
Pages are flying
Shes in me now
She dares and challenges me
And fucks me into doing her wicked bidding
She takes me to the edge
Once, twice, and a third time
When I'm spent she tosses me aside
To pour over the pages
I had just created
Call it an Aha! moment
Call it what you will
I prefer to call it an creative orgasm
You tend to get those
When your sleeping with your muse