David McLansky

A Riff On Yor's Erato

Never take a Muse as lover
They lay still beneath the covers
They surely stiffen at your touch
They do not like the body much;

They prefer to be cerebral
Their bodies boney and quite feeble;
Approach her with a reverent mind,
And don't pat her on bare behind

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, February 24, 2013

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  • Yor NellaYor Nella (2/26/2013 3:15:00 AM)

    David - Lost the battle

    Her body’s curvaceous design so wondrous and divine
    with contours all neat and so fine captures this heart of mine.
    Confronted by beauty like this I just cannot resist
    to succumb to her world of bliss and surrender to loves kiss.

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