YEARNING FOR A MUSE

I’m not asking for the world,

only you!

Come to my doorstep soaked in rain, muddy footgear and a tangled mane, invade my quiet heart with everything YOU are, because meeting you feels like stepping into a bath of sensuality, yet the depth that your aura whispers compares to thunder behind silk.

Your silhouette carries a harmonious ambiance, drooling into your creativity, seeping beneath my doorway, and clasping itself in my ribcage.

There’s security in your demeanor,and conviction in your vastness, a light house holding steady against a storm,

Like riding a Vespa through crowded Sicily, dualities folding into a third dimension, three selves balanced like constellations drawn on wet skin on starless nights,

So come in,

leave dripping footprints across my floors, I’ll buy carpets in your favorite color, just to map where your energy wandered/where certainty paused to breathe.

because you embody effortlessly what others spend whole lives mastering.

I’ll bruise my heart again if it means standing in the doorway,

watching you bloom under storm-cloud hair, watching your aura hum like electricity,

watching assurance sit on your shoulders like a crown no one taught you to wear.

So please,

Come soaked, come unfiltered,come heavy with the weight of who YOU ARE,and I shall have everything I PRAYED FOR

Ndiba_Kellen

This is not an attempt to get bedded, but trust me , the thought has legs and they open wide 😌