- Memories
- Brown puppy
- Japanese eyes
- Yearn for you
- Flowers
- Poetry
- Chasing a butterfly
- Give me more
- Drugs
- Warm hand
- Tuck tuck
- Conversation
- Nocturnal voice
- Stars
- Vulnerable
- Clock
- Clock
- Room
- Shore
- Bitter
- Manual
- You
- Dimples
- Plastic
- Woman
- Albatros Victor
- Ghosts
- Eternity
- Games
- Sunlight
- Laughter
- Cigarette
- Realiti questions
- Unlovable
- Whisky
- Night flowers
- Eaglet Katalea
- Pyjamas
- Oh
- Sleep
- Whisky
- Unlovable
- Autumn
- Lonely corner
- T,J,H
I am a slut for my muse
I want to touch her bottoms
Finger her clitoris
Stroke her breasts
For an hour of love to her
I would loose my head
But she plays peekaboo with me
Hides and shows when she wants
And I laugh like a child when I see her.








Cleverly penned, Amethyste. Muses can be tricky, they like to play games as well. lol. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you Damian. Hugs and love.
I fell in love with my muse.
She was too sexy for her shirt (blouse).
I was cooked.
Me too. 🙂