You were so open, with words so smooth; my muse.
You eased the tension from my body, like it were a playhouse; my muse.
Even Neptune himself, could not have been treated any more a king; my muse.
Your semaphorism* a constant tease, a hook, a drug; my muse.
A paradoxical stalemate of wanting, but never having you; my muse.
But in reality, you are a thief; my muse.
I have been stolen, and am lost in you.
By Sarah ©2017
Prompt: Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie – Wordle #159
6. Semaphorism (n.)) a conversational hint that you have something personal to say on the subject but don’t go any further—an emphatic nod, a half-told anecdote, an enigmatic ‘I know the feeling’—which you place into conversations like those little flags that warn diggers of something buried underground: maybe a cable that secretly powers your house, maybe a fiberoptic link to some foreign country.)
Use at least 10 of the words to create a story or poem