clever, the muse

your rhymes are so sweet, my precious muse
how could any man refuse
the idea of wet,
moist i am sure, i would bet.
for you to be a muse...
the chance i would not dare to lose.
but if i could put a spell
i might conjure up, at my will
the possession of your mind,
let it take me on a trip,
a path that would be curvy and that would wind.
take me to your imagination...
tell me of your head, and that drinkable wine.
let me earn,
let me learn,
how all your sweetness could produce, what i might yearn.