Muse

She is nothing less than a ….. muse ….. As we first met harboring the same namesake ….. Each exposing idealisms of eroticism and internal perverse persuasions ….. Unaware our past existence melded more than just minds but our fluids exacted the likeness of sensuality itself ….. More than amazing how persistence and sultry phrasing elopes spawning respective bodies to solely congregate on separate plains and share the same titillating wealth ….. She's there but never felt the physical imprisonment that bonds her to bedposts of the ninth world that is perched on a naked nimbus {cloud 9} ….. Feeling arousals from nervous digits perfecting a reenactment of pre resurrected Kama Sutras that invaded our desires and known no limits ….. Pulsations in her vulva that dampens her innards and sensitizes the areola to succession to the point that she just can't quit it ….. And all the while part of me is lifted Controlling the afflicted quadrant of my sexual thirst that digressed the urge to be fit and non resistant ….. But we adore playing the victims ….. Building on the innocent vibe of conventional wisdoms and role playing inhibitions to heighten the anticipation of deplorable performances listed as sexually deviant ….. Referring to those visions I picture and frame in the left half of my cranial containment that coincide with her luster for coitus progressions that are preserved for the day we tangibly meet and spark our past obedience ….. But for now she's just a muse ….. Knowing me but not me as I hold her but not her and the punishable lenience inflicted for our Sensual separation ….. Relieving individual masturbation and returning to the realm our apparitional entities are a strand in cohesive copulation ….. But for now …. She's just a muse