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The Seduction Of My Muse
The melody of my muse
Enthralling sensations from mental whispers as I seductively use
A very beguiling instrument of passion for a poetess 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 creeping between my thighs, as he hovers
He takes my mind to the revelation of the fifth wonder
Elated, sedated, which my mental muse has breathlessly created
That inner peace he instills to tame any writer’s block beast
Who at times, 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, my desktop, and yes even in the shower
It feels so damn good when my muse straddles me, thrusting me in the midnight hour
Stimulating, he’s what I would call
A gifted body
Quite intoxicating, more potent than alcohol
Drunk in love
A muse I will never get rid of
Standing while he’s romancing
He lays me down, body-to-body physically dancing
Mm… tiring me out
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
Assuring me I’m his thoughts as he has me nude on my back
With my muse deep inside me
His hard code no other could come to crack
I sit as I type
My muse softly kissing down my back, falling for the expertise of his seducing knack
He knows I get weak from his touches as they physically hype
Waiting for the right moment to part my thighs when his pipe is ripe
How he untangles my mind I have no gripe
He emotionally teases me
He mentally pleases me
Then he physically leads me
My computer keys are now ringing
My body once again is now singing
While 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
Mm.. I’m not complaining
Mind is still consciously pulsating, raining
Love how he feels when he inspires
Pampering the essence of my mind, before it totally expires
Enthralling sensations from mental whispers as I seductively use
A very beguiling instrument of passion for a poetess 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 creeping between my thighs, as he hovers
He takes my mind to the revelation of the fifth wonder
Elated, sedated, which my mental muse has breathlessly created
That inner peace he instills to tame any writer’s block beast
Who at times, 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, my desktop, and yes even in the shower
It feels so damn good when my muse straddles me, thrusting me in the midnight hour
Stimulating, he’s what I would call
A gifted body
Quite intoxicating, more potent than alcohol
Drunk in love
A muse I will never get rid of
Standing while he’s romancing
He lays me down, body-to-body physically dancing
Mm… tiring me out
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
Assuring me I’m his thoughts as he has me nude on my back
With my muse deep inside me
His hard code no other could come to crack
I sit as I type
My muse softly kissing down my back, falling for the expertise of his seducing knack
He knows I get weak from his touches as they physically hype
Waiting for the right moment to part my thighs when his pipe is ripe
How he untangles my mind I have no gripe
He emotionally teases me
He mentally pleases me
Then he physically leads me
My computer keys are now ringing
My body once again is now singing
While 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
Mm.. I’m not complaining
Mind is still consciously pulsating, raining
Love how he feels when he inspires
Pampering the essence of my mind, before it totally expires
Published 29th Sep 2019
Author's Note
Women are our most miraculous muse, an enchanted intangibility that encourages all art.
CeeLo Green
CeeLo Green
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29th Sep 2019 3:30am
29th Sep 2019 3:46am
Aww...thank you my handsome poet, and for a beautiful New York evening, such comforting words is warming this poetess' heart, and thank you for reading and then commenting, and do enjoy your evening as well love
29th Sep 2019 3:31am
this muse humms sweet melodies to your ear that warms your core insites your mind to a place of pure delight till the dawn breaks the darkness of night to the bright morning light
enjoy your evening
enjoy your evening
29th Sep 2019 3:44am
My attuned ears are always open to the sweetest tweets of your beautiful words of inspiration, and thank you for reading and then commenting. Enjoy your evening as well love
29th Sep 2019 4:01am
It is a rare occasion to see tale of a male muse. So much literature alludes to the female as the muse, but you have nicely switched that up and clearly his demands get those fingers tapping to spill the delicious secrets of his methods. With the outpouring of writes you've blessed us with, and his penchant to stoke the creativity, I'd say you're in good hands.
29th Sep 2019 4:28am
‘I'd say you're in good hands’… baby, you’ve just put the Allstate Insurance Rep out of business, however I like your hands much better
A tender muse is a thought, a feeling, tingling sensations, and blind emotions, which inspires the heart, the core of the mind to surrender such greater mental climatic heights, releasing those endorphins whereas, it emotionally spills such a beautiful flow onto paper, whereas, any reader can feel the rapture, the ecstasy behind the motivation, and that my love is what my muse does to me, and thank you for reading and commenting, mmm…enjoy your presence under me, and have a pleasant evening my love
A tender muse is a thought, a feeling, tingling sensations, and blind emotions, which inspires the heart, the core of the mind to surrender such greater mental climatic heights, releasing those endorphins whereas, it emotionally spills such a beautiful flow onto paper, whereas, any reader can feel the rapture, the ecstasy behind the motivation, and that my love is what my muse does to me, and thank you for reading and commenting, mmm…enjoy your presence under me, and have a pleasant evening my love
29th Sep 2019 4:58am
Couldn't be stated more perfectly. It definitely involved a surrendering to which must come. I don't question (which is rare for me), I just go with it, because the muse knows much better than I do.
And I will enjoy the positioning. Don't blame me if I move a little. Kisses
And I will enjoy the positioning. Don't blame me if I move a little. Kisses
29th Sep 2019 5:03am
Your lips taste like me my love.. .mmm...pure honey... I hope you like where you just risen from... you are so bad my tender poet... and with my legs wrapped around your back, you best better be...you can blush now
29th Sep 2019 5:16am
29th Sep 2019 5:19am
Mm.... I felt that... as they say, you can keep those cumming … anytime
29th Sep 2019 1:43pm
When you provide such precious visions to me, how could I not? Coffee is on. Shall I bring it back to bed? ;)
29th Sep 2019 9:54pm
No caffeine my love, I am a marathon runner in training, you can blend me a Soy and Protein smoothie, and I will even scoot over for you
29th Sep 2019 10:52pm
29th Sep 2019 10:58pm
Don't be shocked for what awaits you when you get up here...just don't drop my smoothie, please, the thought is making me blush.. and the image should make you smile… oh... I will be nice today, boring... so enjoy your evening my tender poet..kisses
29th Sep 2019 11:02pm
Highly unlikely that will happen. And for the record, you are never boring... enjoy this Sunday.
29th Sep 2019 11:08pm
Funny you know me... or should I say understand me, and thank you my tender poet, enjoy
29th Sep 2019 4:47am
He emotionally teases me
He mentally pleases me
Then he physically leads me
Lovely lines 👌
He mentally pleases me
Then he physically leads me
Lovely lines 👌
29th Sep 2019 4:56am
Why hello to you my handsome poet, I do hope you received my calling card I left behind and thank you for taking the time to knock on my door, to read and then commenting… it's late on my side of the moon, therefore enjoy the remainder of your evening, and a better day tomorrow
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29th Sep 2019 7:07am
CeeLo Green is right, in my experience the people that inspire me most to poetry are women. However, your poem gives an insight in what would get many a female mind overflowing in poetic fecundity. Favourite lines:
The floor, the bed, the couch, my desktop, and yes even in the shower
It feels so damn good when my muse straddles me, thrusting me in the midnight hour
Stimulating, he’s what I would call
A gifted body
Quite intoxicating, more potent than alcohol
Drunk in love
A muse I will never get rid of
Standing while he’s romancing
He lays me down, body-to-body physically dancing
Mm… tiring me out
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
Assuring me I’m his thoughts as he has me nude on my back
With my muse deep inside me
His hard code no other could come to crack
The woman in the picture looks like Meghan Markle (now also our Duchess of Sussex).
The floor, the bed, the couch, my desktop, and yes even in the shower
It feels so damn good when my muse straddles me, thrusting me in the midnight hour
Stimulating, he’s what I would call
A gifted body
Quite intoxicating, more potent than alcohol
Drunk in love
A muse I will never get rid of
Standing while he’s romancing
He lays me down, body-to-body physically dancing
Mm… tiring me out
Beyond a shadow of a doubt
Assuring me I’m his thoughts as he has me nude on my back
With my muse deep inside me
His hard code no other could come to crack
The woman in the picture looks like Meghan Markle (now also our Duchess of Sussex).
29th Sep 2019 4:26pm
“He takes my mind to the revelation of the fifth wonder
Elated, sedated, which my mental muse has breathlessly created”
This delicious write reminds me of a song crafted by his royal purple one, Prince and sung by Bria Valentine, “Here Eye Come”.
Elated, sedated, which my mental muse has breathlessly created”
This delicious write reminds me of a song crafted by his royal purple one, Prince and sung by Bria Valentine, “Here Eye Come”.
