Amused

Cannot seem to write single word
The end product loquacious slime
I read aloud, my voice is slurred
With another rank, abysmal rhyme

My sweet Muse tries to set me free
Just encouraging another write
And promising to satisfy
Then saying just to keep it tight
 
So she drops down upon her knees
A deft sliding for some quality
She is clearly inclined to please
And licks until I write all night.