Sitting on the night stand
under soft glowing light
You whisper in my ear
enticing me to write
Your possibilities are endless
Blank pages spell delight
Your comfort like a blanket
transforms and holds me tight
Your allure of empty pages
beckons through the night
Tempting and seducing
my muse I cannot fight
Written for dVerse Poet's Pub
Meeting the Bar-
Prompt: Write poem about an object
