Make me your muse

You regard me

with bespectacled

yet attentive gaze,

watching me,

tracing my every curve--

a sketch, for now.

A man of a few words,

your voice travels softly,

a low comforting cadence.

You whisper, your bashful

breaths against my ear,

you ask, and I oblige.

A medley of kisses,

sweet against my tongue,

locked in a tight embrace,

my scent intoxicates you--

a taste of a long-awaited

wine, aged for decades.

Then an exploration

of hungry, yet gentle hands,

delicate, each stroke

drawing flushed scarlet

against my skin.

You, artist,

and I, your work.

Make me your muse.