Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 148 hosted this week by the incredible talent and wonderful friend Shay!
The Cat Lady,
The cat lady has a secret underneath her oversized dress
. She is more than a frumpy grandma with cold cream and hair a mess
. When the day has ended and the lights have all been dimmed,
she strips down to her sexy garter belt all ready for her Tim.
He is tall dark and handsome with a certain devonaire
he never leaves her lonely and listens to all her cares.
He always returns no matter how far he roams
cause where there is a bowl of friakies is where he will call home.
At Midnight,
Touched by midnight where wolves do more than howl
Touched by midnight where wolves do more than howl
the heat of abandon rises like voices in a choir
stripping away the layers that hide the deepest wants
that is where the naked truth reveals more than whispered lies.
Pitch Black Ink,
You are the ink to my paper that tells the greatest tale.
The memory of fascination
the kiss as revealing as no gown
. In the darkness the light is oh so bright.
I see stars fall and poetry rise from every sigh.
