My muse wakes me….
He stirs with a gentle tickle upon my sleeping psyche
A soft caress he entices, invites, opens me
I respond to his invitation
Opening my pen just as I open my legs to my lover
Allowing all to flow forth, to be seen and brought into the light.
My muse carries me….
Waves wash over my body as I allow hime to take over
All place and time fade away
It is only he and I baring our soul and flesh
There is not stopping until passion has satiated desire.
My muse knows where to find me…
I cannot hide from him
He whispers softly in my ear, beseeching me to listen, to say yes
He caresses gently until I begin to purrr.. in his company
At times he is like a wild storm, his passion frenzied and intense
He takes me with him, inviting me higher, deeper – to abandon myself completely unto his desires
I go, for I know it shall be a journey of ecstasy, transformation, unfolding and becoming
My muse never leaves me….
Sometimes he grows quiet, exploring his own recesses of knowing
Patient, he waits for me to be ready, wanton, open and desirous
Holding himself back until I can fully receive him
I hear his breath catch when finally I am ready
for now he knows I am his fully and completely
Unbridled passion ensues when we unite
In my surrender I come home ~ In my trust I awaken
My muse, my love, my partner, my passionate freedom.
I am here, I am ready, I am open….
Fawn Caveney 9-6-2020
The Beingness Project 