Originally posted to ASSM Aug. 4, 2003

My Muse (M/nymph, no sex)

She sits on a branch
Legs swing above my head

Flaming locks of auburn hair
Glow in the dappled sunlight

Mischievous glint shines
In emerald eyes, so green

Lovely diminutive breasts
Like fresh crisp pears

Ethereal wings sway softly
In the warm summer breeze

A musical giggle 
Like a tuneless song

"Tell me a story." she whispers
"Your turn, my love." I reply

She flutters down 
To sit by my side

She sighs, moist breath in my ear
"I don't tell. I inspire."