massage of poetry The gentle scaffolding of her versesConstruct the sweetest inspirationsAs goosebumps blossomed over me Her words rubbed my hard musclesLike an inspiring key that unlockedEvery hidden secret of my anatomy Soft syllables stroked sweet sensationsSending me to the point of no returnas her metaphors caressed me to ecstasy My muse is a masseuse […]

via massage of poetry — The Lonely Author