Thinking about my muse,
just about how lucky I am
to have her kind attention,
I'm reminded of her flirting
words, the memory rushing
my mind, and I'm suddenly
aroused, mere thought of her
words bringing wild images,
untamed desires. This,
too, is what my muse grants
me, beyond all the gentle
things she gifts me, these
moments that feed the spring
from which my poems flow,
birthed by her touch.
13.07.2024
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