be my muse?

rub my cortex like you do his jeans    
let my roaring genie roam    
visit me in dreams of want    
and dangle those eyes as lures    
   
make me write as currency    
alongside arousal’s fair    
till you've squeezed enough to take to bed    
and be your pillow’s fluff    
   
forbid rewards    
encourage ache    
and find your rage a date    
tell me of your rub of rubs    
and make ‘no’ my only fate    
   
might you be a muse    
enforcing rules    
to tender words from dark places?    
   
make silence reign    
and cage me blind    
till when you next push a pen