Inspiration

Sing with me my nightingale, wrap your voice around me
your music soars within my soul,  your sensuality entraps me

Bind my soul with ribbons, force my eyes to see
the pleasure that molests me, set my body free

Dance around my fire,  and set the air to burn
with words that drip from you lips, relent to what I yearn

Give me the gift of sweet sensation,  the muse I crave, the inspiration
Bring forth from me my liquid gold, release the stories that I hold

Reviews

[Tex]

Ruth this is a great write.

This is just an amazing stanza:

Dance around my fire, and set the air to burn
with words that drip from you lips, relent to what I yearn

Very imaginative and descriptive, we understand and feel the emotion of this. A very well written poem. Keep up the great work!

Nick

[Ruth Morris]

Thank you Nick!