Gustave Moreau [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
“Speak to me in many voices…make them all sound like one.”
– Blue Oyster Cult, Unknown Tongue
I hear your voice as I wake,
calling to me across the void
filling my head with thoughts
but I am not annoyed
as I listen to your words.
You speak to me
filling me with desire and love
and I often give thanks
to God above
that you are in my head.
I think about you all the time
my fingers reaching for my clit
you make me want you
and I won’t quit
until I scream and come for you.
I wonder if you hear my voice as I hear yours
am I in your dreams
or just your thoughts
and so it seems
that I am your muse too.
I should die if ever your voice stops
and you no longer speak to me
Into depression I’d fall
and then I’d see
if I could even survive.
You are my muse, my life,
my soul connection
and I will always
need your affection
and love to be whole.
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