..My Muse Is God

!.!.!.! Yawe !.!.! God  !.!.! He Is My Muse !.!.!.!

"Muse"

 Ethral Heart

'My muse sits beside me as i write.
He's tall and muscular.
So buff, chiseled, and strong.
His long black hair tied back.
In a long pony tail.
Hanging down his back.
He leans back shirtless.
And flexes his enormous pecks.
I stare at him for a moment.
Then roll my eyes.
Can't I have some other guy for a muse.
This one is a poetic tease.
He flirts with me.
I stare at him and pout.
"Stop it!" I say.
He sends me a flirtatious grin,
And then winks at me.
I keep typing on my phone.
He scoots closer to me.
His piercing grey eyes.
Giving me a stare.
He distracts me and flexes his arms.
"Look at my muscles, aren't I divine."
I stick out my tongue and turn away.
He grabs my arm.
"Keep writing." He says with care.
He'll always be there.'