I want my muse back 😦
I feel so uninspired in other things.
Work wise, my work muse has led me to do what I think is a satisfactory enough job with my projects.
Now, if that muse would only drive me to come up with other creative things.
It’s been a while since I last ran my fingers
Through smooth flesh that breaks into goose bumps
And gyriates to every amount of electric touch
It’s been a while since I’ve had a naughty giggle
After eleven minutes of physical exertion
And sharing nakedness, of bare essentials
I crave for that feeling of being the essential me
I crave for that feeling of oneness, of finding whole in a half
I crave for the love, the fleeting moment
Where I find myself temporarily whole…
A sudden burst from a sleeping muse, sleeping in a city of minds, words, images and sounds.
A flash in a pan, a moment then the moment’s gone.