on moments
like these
when the flesh
is supreme
its yearning
strongest
he wants
to be beastly
with his muse
a rampant satyr
a ravishing centaur
and she a laughing
fleet-footed nymph
a muse agile
like a mountain goat
running and jumping
at least as fast
as he can gallop
after her lithe form
but barefooted
she can't outrun
the rampant satyr
the ravishing centaur
those little
delicate feet
have to stop
and rest
the thighs open
19.09.2024
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