I don't usually let myself want you
But today I miss my muse so hard
Your dark eyes, your warm lips,
Your dizzying breasts
I miss being inspired by you
Drawing you
Writing you poems
It's taking all my strength
To resist sending you a letter
Not a text or email; no,
I want to give you something
To hold in your hands,
Something you will touch
The way I wish I was touching you
Gently tearing open
Your envelope
I should mail you something
To put in your mouth
To melt on your tongue
A dollop of chocolate,
A pack of gum
That you can absently chew
As you stare at your phone,
Scrolling through photos
Of all the guys
Whose muse you long to be
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