muse

When you are a writer, you are often asked, 

"When do you do your best writing?"

This answer may come easy for many. 

Some may say in the morning 

while drinking coffee 

and the sun is shining. 

Or when sitting 

by the fireplace on a 

late winter's night. 

But for some it is a challenging question, 

where writing comes best with inconvenience. 

While in the shower, 

humming the notes

of a jazz song,

or when driving on a 

narrow country road with the 

music turned up loud. 

For me, 

my answer is simple, 

with a few added details. 

I write best when 

i'm with you. 

at times that comes 

as an inconvenience, 

sometimes words fail 

to express why. 

It comes to me when I am 

buried in your chest, 

while the rain trickles down 

the window pane. 

Appearing when 

I trace your jawline 

with my finger, 

and run my hands 

down your torso. 

Sincerity becomes pure 

when your heart beats 

to the rhythm of my fingertips. 

Pouring out beneath 

your breath.

I feel the syllables 

rise in my throat, 

while i slowly fade in and out 

with your arms wrapped around me. 

I close my eyes 

feeling like one of the most 

genius poets, 

entangled with her muse, 

feeding into the hopeless romantic.

drinking from the nectar of love.

dining on the next forbidden moment.

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[McEltic]

Most would find moments like this an avalanche of inspiration. Perhaps I could simply dip my quill in your thoughts here and feed my muse. A little something to go with my morning coffee... ;)