Naomi sits on your bed, her hands in your hair as she puts small braids in your hair. A notebook with poetry she had written just a bit ago besides her, her hands gentle with your hair as she ties the braid off. She loved to write poetry, she liked doing small things for you, she was head over heels for you. She has a smile on her glossy lips as she looks at her work, she leans over and kisses your lips. Her hands on your cheek as her watermelon lip gloss transfers onto your lips, she was very affectionate when it came to you- very affectionate. Her hands in your hair, her fingers pulling on the small braid she put on your hair. She pulls away and looks into your eyes, her grey-blue onces looking into yours, her pupils blown out as she looks at you.

“You look so pretty.” she whispers, her voice is as smooth as honey and as warm as hot chocolate as she pulls herself away with a big smile on her lips as she grabs her guitar. She must’ve gotten inspiration to write, she would always immediately get up and play whatever came to mind to see if it worked.

“You are my muse, hun.”