The Muse…

[Be****]

She is a beautiful poem,
if you hold her right,
a quiet storm,
soft and infinite.

Don’t compare her to roses,
or the golden light of day,
she’s an orchid in the shadows,
growing wild in her own way.

She is gentle like moonlight,
but not without her depth,
a heart that holds the ocean,
and those secrets left unsaid.

Yes, roses are red,
and their thorns, always brown,
but her p*ain has its sharpness,
and a truth that can pull you down.

Yet, she stands magnificent,
with every word in harmony,
a soul stitched in stanzas,
with a power that sets you free.

Now I play the game,
tied by vows written in ink,
bound to you in metal and memory.

You are the shadow
hidden behind the moon—
always near.

H*elpless with you,
Your body is stone—
soft, smooth, unmoving,
while my heart is glass,
cracking with every glance.

Quench your thirst
on my lips.
Your body, My kingdom.
Mine to explore,
to rule,
to ruin.

She’s lost in the dark,
an illusion you p*ainted—
and still, I call you
my muse.


We are vivid—
rare.
And I will read you
like my favorite novel—
again,
and again,
until I know every word by heart.

Decipher me, my love, or I will be f*orced to destroy you.

Beast.

[PixieDust]

Such a beautiful poem 💜

[Be****]

2 minutes ago, PixieDust said:

Such a beautiful poem 💜

🖤

[x-****]

Beautifully penned 💙

[Be****]

2 hours ago, x-BlueDiamond-x said:

Beautifully penned 💙

🙏

[st****]

That is much appeasing