Tuesday, December 20, 2016

New Muse

That finger flick
Lip lick
Your smile's got me in a mad grip.

Flowing up, going down,
Eyes locked,
You pull me in with a small frown. 

Hands in hair, 
i see restlessness, where?
I need you to focus, but you don't care.

Don't move,
Sit still 
Let my eyes fill
With your mild chill. 

Your silent shiver,
Such a thriller.
I know you're uncomfortable,
But I'm a giver.

Can't choose,
You lose.
So, welcome to my mad world, 
the old you,
My new muse.