Dear Muse,
Each day you and I never know what will take place or unexpectedly change. It seems you are always near and patiently wait for my pondering whispers. I respect you highly and never take advantage of you. This letter written from my heart and guided by my soul with you and for you could not bestow a gift grand enough for all that you mean to me.
I am sorry I never acknowledged this before, but if there is a faith to admit without falter it is my faith in you. Yes, I need a good spanking when my emotional fretting and anger gets out of control to sit in time out so I can speak with you. I know, am sorry, and will try better next time to come to you first.
So many times you have come with tissue in hand to dry my tears when death comes knocking through sickness of loved ones. You hold me in your arms and rock me until I fall asleep healing me if only for the moment. I hold you closer with gratitude. You are my comforting angel from heaven. Thank you for being here with me through my earthly struggles.
Remember our times of exploring each other? We held hands, drank wine, watched a movie, held each other, and laughed innocently without care of the outer world. I never had to judge myself to consider it a sin. Ah, you were so warm and soft as you are right now. The love and admiration in our eyes for each other followed by deep giving kisses made our hearts beat as one. And, I shall never forget each time we made love natural and feminine. I would be romantic and then you would be playful. You worked me up into a wet little frenzy then became my mistress putting me in my place all to give me pure pleasuring release. I just love you so much.
Every day and through every role as mother, wife, woman, and little girl you are my friend. You know my struggles to do right, what I must, but encourage me with hugs and conversation because you know how I cannot deny to be the selfless loving person I am. You are so dear an inspiration to live each day of my life as I am.
Precious are those moments when you have been my partner in trouble. My how sometimes we got so bored, needy, and frustrated with life. We dressed like classy little poetic sluts and wrote many naughty and flirtatious writes to see what trouble we could get into with former lovers and fascinating men. Boy did we ever cause such a stir, contemplated that maybe we shouldn’t have done that, and in the end decided we should go do something better with our time. We know it’s not right to get even with those who have caused us wretched pain it sure was a hell of a lot of fun though. Yes, now hand in hand we should get back to living, loving, and giving.
Loving you sweetly always with adoration, humble thanks, and gratitude...
Your Poet ~LilyRose
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