having an artist as a muse

i am
inspired faster than I can create like
second orgasm approach before first arrives and you just
keep
coming
for
me

i am exhausted.

but the stimulation continues and I am powerless to stop it
when I think I can't possibly get any higher

you write.

words that touch me from the inside out
filling me
feeling me

here I come again.

fingertips wet with your words and
poetry warm between my thighs
i am intimately explored in each letter you pen and
reading your work feels masturbatory because

surely, only I can know me so deeply…

but there you are.

articulating my thoughts as they form
uncovering my secrets by exposing yours and
disproving my assumed solitude

apparently this body.heart.mind.soul is not mine alone.