Inspiration was her name.
She crawled into my bed and creped into my head.
I found myself waking up
With bursting emotions of excitement,
A feeling of motivation and diligent confidence to boot.
Yes inspiration is her name.
She looks into my eyes and smiles without shame,
As she influences me like a drug
And makes me feel dependent on her.
I don’t resist her force,
I wouldn’t dream of it.
She caresses and stimulates me
As she is working on my tubes,
Unclogging the clots that have
Been blocking my neuron pathways,
Granting freedom of flow.
She gives air to the creativity in me
That has been dying to breathe.
I respect her.
I admire and bestow my gratitude upon her.
I strive for glory whenever she’s upon me.
I become the best possible being at the
Very moment she decides to call my name.
Aah yes… Inspiration.
How intrinsically beautiful she is,
How wonderfully beautiful she makes me feel.
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