Poetry by WindDancer

Where the results of my Muse’s visits are shared… she particularly likes to take over my mind in my morning shower, so that I am forced to try to memorize what she’s giving me, and quickly get it typed out in my phone with barely dried hands, naked and dripping on my bath mat with my hair in a towel… isn’t Poetry sexy?


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