(muse: 1. the source of and artist's inspiration)
it started with slow kisses
soft caresses
and tender touches
she
allowed her inhibitions to run wild like a field of trojan horses
standing
below the sun storms
until her body was
drenched
she closed her eyes
and waited for his hands to move
she wanted to be free
and he
released her soul like an inmate from the prison of her mind
she enjoyed the chase as
rain glisten off her frame
leaving her
wet
she
began to moan
making
sex faces
as i painted pictures of passion with phrases placed in pros
yeah
i AM a poet
and she would listen to my words
and know that she was my muse
she understood that i wrote for her
so she continued to give me fuel for my fire
sexy lingerie
for those flows that would ignite more than just the soul
simple placed kisses
that created literary canon
she was my theme
the reason that i write
she was so right
keeping me focused
with
slow kisses
soft caresses
and tender touches
(quiet da artist/copyright 2008)
