To Please The Muse
"i've got a new little muse now... and i plan on milking everything out of him i can." the otter just smiled around his lover's shaft as he squirmed.
You Are My Muse
"it's thanks to you, my muse." i told her.
Is this poetry? I'm unsure.
So long ago my Art History professor asked the class why does one make art? My response is engraved into my very soul deeply and clearly. I raised my hand and answered "To Be Understood." It is such painful and exquisite irony that she said...
The muse
She guides my words and leads my thoughts She comes at any moment unexpected When she leaves it is hard to find her No words can be formed without her presence She does not stay in one place Always on the go.
Wheels and Gears that Turn
My muse is in so distant black hole snickering at my expense as she sips mojitos and flirts with my ever decreasing attention. neither wishing to return any time soon. i rub my hands against my face as a frustrated sigh escapes my lips.
A Day With My Muse
But regardless, i really have no basis to compare dragonien to anyone else's muse... so for all i know he could be a dime a dozen. or the only of his kind... but to me he feels like the latter.
Musing on Personal Fantasies
“mmmph...i thought you were supposed to be a -” “a muse? oh, but i am.”
My Muse is a Fucking Bitch
It wasn't every day a writer gets to meet his muse, but that was no excuse. i spat on my paws and rubbed them together, then picked up the sledgehammer.
The Night's Muse
She realized then, just before the thin edge of sleep stole over her, that she had never lost her muse. her muse had lost her in the rush of life. her muse was her music. both one and the same with herself.
Mayor consequences
Damn, what a slow day he thought, as he leaned over the steering wheel of his taxicab. He sighed and tapped on the dashboard, waiting for a customer. Why did he have to work on such a beautiful sunny day in spring? With this much light and heat, people...
Lagomorphs -- Chapter 32: Musings
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Plush Love Volume 1, Episode 28: Implications
Luke grinned up at Nathan as he took back his brush. He just couldn't help himself. That brushing had felt _so_ good. He couldn't remember anything feeling quite like that before. It was even better than a long, hot shower. He and his littermates...