he lay depleted,
…he knows they will come
……slipping inside his own mind
………the energetic power of the three…
…………his Muses – Heart – Sexual – Psychic.
Heart steps from the three, a graceful glide, a soft nudge as her knees touch to his bedside, movement as she shifts closer. There is the perception of the air around him becoming suddenly sweeter , he inhales deeply of the golden essence – joy & love, the breath held, his body perfectly still. And then a quiver through him when the cool cascade of her hair falls forward to coat his left breast, her breath on his skin, then the divine touch of lips that almost touch to his chest. Held barely over the skin for a moment, just a moment, before the lips moue and press firmly to his flesh. Lucsious lips part just enough for a quick pointy tongue tip to taste him, and his body arches on the bed as if electricity has jolted through him, ribs lifting suddenly, the fervour of passion permeating his whole body, strengthened, empowered, filled with heart.
And as he eases back, his body languid again on the bed, Heart is replaced by charismatic Sexual, she is creativity – boundless limitless. Her body slithers forward, for she is the seductress. The warmth of her knee beside his hip he feels the spread as she straddles his body, the heat of her very being pressing against him, soft palms press to his shoulders, not a word spoken , even as her arms bend, the weight heightens on his shoulders, and she leans down, then lower still , until hot hard points touch to his chest, nipples press a moment, then move – almost imperceptibly as she breathes. Again he arches, only this time it is prolonged, his body arching up for more, needing, wanting , aching for more. Making him glad to be alive, his life affirmed.
The weight lifts and for a moment frissons of hot vigor flow through his body, before the third of the three muses comes close. Even with his eyes still closed he can feel her. See her. Know her. She gifts intuition. She can dominate or break a spirit, just as she can balance, motivate and inspire. And it is Psychic who slips inside his head, warm body pressing to the length of his side, a firm breast to his ribs , belly to his hips, a slight shift in weight, a warm wave over his thigh then intimately over his lower belly, her warm silken inner thigh stroke across settling against him, lips to his ear, incoherent words whispered, and yet pristine clear to his mind.
He thinks about his three muses, the Energetic Power of Three, how to depict them, and he is inspired by Blue. The colour of the sky, the ocean, inspiration, spirituality…