In search of my muse


I don’t want love
I want a muse
Someone who will spoil
All my senses
A decadent divine intervention
Of taste, smell and touch
A sight to behold
Oh to hold tight
To touch and giggle
And inspire
To conspire
A delectable nibble
of deliciousness
From time to time
To awaken my senses
To rekindle my fires
Quenching desires
A muse if you please
Preferably
A tease

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  1. So beautiful! Really, really lovely, Honey.

  2. I recently read a novel about a muse. Sacre Bleu, by Christopher Moore. A beautiful blue woman who drove all the Impressionists completely bonkers.

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