Wonderful, isn't it? To have a beautiful creature called muse that made words flowing in your veins, indefinitely. A perfect poem description of the muse in the short story scrap I once wrote.
The taste of his kiss, it's deadly.
A lethal weapon that could kill me.
Like a poison calls for no mercy,
In a flash moment, it stings me.
The tone of his voice, it's inviting.
A sly invitation to where, I can't resist.
He rings as a dangerous calling,
My heartbeat skips, to that whisper of his.
The stars in his eyes, it's heavenly.
A gateway to a world, which I travel in.
Though his stare gleams a dream for me,
Lost my way to infinity and within.
The taste of his kiss, it's deadly.
A lethal weapon that could kill me.
Like a poison calls for no mercy,
In a flash moment, it stings me.
The tone of his voice, it's inviting.
A sly invitation to where, I can't resist.
He rings as a dangerous calling,
My heartbeat skips, to that whisper of his.
The stars in his eyes, it's heavenly.
A gateway to a world, which I travel in.
Though his stare gleams a dream for me,
Lost my way to infinity and within.
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