A Muse On A Possible Ruse To Seduce My Husband Poem by Gayathri Seetharam

A muse on a possible ruse to seduce my husband
-Gayathri B. Seetharam
Hannah Montana says Santana is like manna from the savannah
Billy Ray Cyrus says: Confess you like me no less for you are my miss;

Sugar, I wear my heart on my sleeve
And say, Something's got to give
And shall seduce your unyielding self
For as an engineer, I deduce and seduce
And as a woman, I kiss and do not miss
As a writer and poet, I dress up and press my suit
As an artist, I use my heart to make art with you;

If I am transparent and my sleeve
Has my naïve heart
I do hope that my flushed self after my proverbial drink or beverage
And my parted lips shall act as an aphrodisiac
And not activate your acerbic tongue
And instead, it will entice the nice in you;

I am a sexual volcano
Waiting to erupt in your arms
And together, our hot molten lava
Will consume us for the moment in its intensity;

I have to wait for the opportune moment
For having a grown-up 19 year old for today and 20 year old tomorrow
It is awful hard to engage in sensual bliss with my husband
I am a bluestocking who wears sexy pantyhose and sensible but pretty socks
And this makes me want to listen to a mockingbird
Which sings its heart out and welcomes the morn
For if corn accompanies hot tamales
The born to be free comes with kodbales;

I see a red robin and listen to the pleasant song of a blue jay
And watch a sparrow outside on the window sill
And think love makes lovers of us all
If it is noblesse oblige from you,
It is nocturne from me.
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Acknowledgements:
1. Wikipedia
2. Oxford English Dictionary
3. Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds