My Muse
The sun kissed me good morning. Waking up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee, And hoping writing will come easy. That I won't have to struggle. He looks into my eyes as I made my way down the stairs. Picking me up like I was a feather. Kissing my cheek, my Muse. He always knew how, To make me feel better, To kiss me goodnight, To hold me tight. Touching my hand to his Prickled face and closing My eyes to the sound of his breathing. Noticing the seconds between his breaths. My Muse, always bringing me Happiness, love, and motivation. Filling me up with goodness, Like a Hot Air Balloon. Digging my face into his neck. Feeling my lips touch his skin. Smelling his scent in a cloud of safety. Hearing his voice sing in my eardrums. Memories, memories and memories. Has this way to place me under a spell. To make me think over and over again. To analyze his every touch, movement, and breath. He pulls me closer to his body. Wrapping his arms around my