A Riff On Yor's Erato Poem by 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
Sunday, February 24, 2013
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4/17/2024 9:46:54 PM # 1.0.0.1119
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.