When My muse comes to me.

There was I
incomplete, a shadow, a glass half empty.
my muse appeared naked and wild unexpectedly.
Red hot with lust,she enticed and entranced me.
Suggestive glances drew my playful tender touch.
She danced and dazzled to the pulse of my desire.
she sucked the surge of my seconds,
I stroked and aroused her elements.
We didn't know what we were doing,
just experimenting with the moment.
Together we were entangled and embraced.Fused.
A lifting,a soaring,wholesome.Undivided.
I ejaculated expression.Orgasmic release.
The sounds of myself became haunted echoes
she reflected back to me
in reality.
Gasps of relief