My Mistress Muse

My mistress muse With the simple daily routine there mingles some fire, a sensuous voluptuous sort of a desire. A temptress of untouchable allure is in my mind, a voluptuous sensuous sort of kind. She teases me with smiling allure and gives me that look, I feel mostly very gobbledygook. I should find some comparable understanding, but she is in a pleasing way very commanding. Compelling my imagination very much, with this promising dreaming touch. Never losing her gesture and pose, especially when the moon is in full repose. My cogitation about her is an endless amaze, she seem to take this as loving appraise. Often she seduces me just before sleep, taken those frantic motion deep into my dream to reap. the voice of my muse is very critical, take whatever she says biblical. Sometimes I cannot take my troubled mind, here or there, finding the only refuge with her, I swear. Inured sometimes by this delicate beautiful fantasy, that I wonder about my insanity. Some hours more deeply then other hours before, other times, I have to socialize to see her no more. The shrink told me it’s a schizophrenic marriage, and the psychic said it is a divine message. But I give my intuition some gratitude, then it gives my writing far more altitude. Yes, I miss the healing touch of a female caressing, it comes with more, then just that blessing. O loving muse existence, you loosing eye lure, the love in the dream maker maze is another wondering shore.