the beautiful muse
beauty beyond the restrictive nature of language
Woe is me, unable to describe such radiance. the problem of a wordsmith.
conclusions lead to new inspiration
but conclusion, leads forced end
to eternal broken wheels
The Beauty of language
stifled by despotic definitions
The Muse has my soul
she squeezes my *******
and won't let go until I write her songs
explosions of spastic action
muscles under the command
of a proverbial *****
life mundane,
like an addiction
music getting sweeter
and life around brings only apathy
all that matters
is the swaying hips of the muse
the heat of her groin
the atmospheric morphing of the air around her
whispering every word that is to be written
her hands over mine as I type
her breath on my cheek
she visited me not as a first
Witman,
Ginsburg,
Burroghs,
Kerouac,
from all she demanded verse and chapter
from me,
from them,
centuries old games.
Nov 25, 2014
Nov 25, 2014 at 3:47 PM UTC
the beautiful muse
beauty beyond the restrictive nature of language
Woe is me, unable to describe such radiance. the problem of a wordsmith.
conclusions lead to new inspiration
but conclusion, leads forced end
to eternal broken wheels
The Beauty of language
stifled by despotic definitions
The Muse has my soul
she squeezes my *******
and won't let go until I write her songs
explosions of spastic action
muscles under the command
of a proverbial *****
life mundane,
like an addiction
music getting sweeter
and life around brings only apathy
all that matters
is the swaying hips of the muse
the heat of her groin
the atmospheric morphing of the air around her
whispering every word that is to be written
her hands over mine as I type
her breath on my cheek
she visited me not as a first
Witman,
Ginsburg,
Burroghs,
Kerouac,
from all she demanded verse and chapter
from me,
from them,
centuries old games.
This is a dramatization of spontaneous inspiration. The rest is to your interpretation. Also I have no idea if this is considered "obscene" So, I marked it as Explicit anyway. I hate grey areas.