I sit encircled, poets round,
I kneel before them on the ground
My beauty’s bare for all to see
I’m Aphrodite! Worship me!
I am their muse, I crave their ink,
Their scribbling’s my secret kink.
That I inspire them makes me proud
(I love to do it in a crowd)
Some are boisterous, some are shy,
I meet them all with a lustful eye,
Some work silently, some enthuse,
All glorify their waiting muse
When inspiration comes at last
The verses pour forth thick and fast
Soon my skin is splashed with rhyme
And other poets get in line
Their words excite me, drive me wild,
(Like giving ice cream to a child)
I sit, exulting, poets round
Until I have in pleasure drowned.
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Wonderful piece! Loved it.
Thanks 🙂
Salacious!
Absolutely 🙂
I had to nab a copy of the book. Now just need someone to read it with. 😀
Very cool. Hope you enjoy it…
Same here. But I wouldn’t have bought it if I thought I was going to hate it.
In theory, yes, but then there are all those family tensions, and that aunt who complains about everything, the lecherous uncle, and by the time you’re finished you’re sick of the whole thing… Wait – what were we talking about?
Well I thought we were talking about sex. But then you went and brought the aunts into it…