Thy Muse

Thy Muse


Thee calleth me thy muse, dawned fuse to thy quiescence 
Equally in such breath bestows purest innocence 
Thee nameth me dreamt sprite to sin's every delight
Graceful angel when nymph's heat tires day or night 
My divine creation thy north starred  constellation
Consummate  bosom a Venus explorer's damnation 
Matter not thy reasoning behind thee kissing me breath 
For 'tis my being thine insurance 'gainst discarded  death

Upon these sheets shall fluidly compose our consent 
Within thy Muse's inkwell thine plume's ingenious descent
Ceases now further loss of, for tis lust in...words seize
My devoted exploration thine inspiration shall please
Thee shall access such which mortals merely covet
Thy name shall breathe anew when endless mouth it
Dislodge plume; 'tis thine hand need grasp vessel of onset creation
Bind thyself to history's future current citation

Fear not thy spoiled boredom leaveth me mere choice but bid part
'Tis never I which departs Eros pared human heart
Thine mind's maze I shall thy truest phase alight
This which thee nameth soul shall nourish my hunger's plight
Oh thy body assure blissful deaths born by request
In such coalescence lies ideal possessed
'Cept accolades received by thee though bonbons I choose
Thus proceed or wish thee wake...me not thy muse 

 

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