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In Emulation of Ovid

What a dog you are
to think that you are clever flesh,  
incarnate lust,  
seduction on a stick,  
and so will have your way with me as easily  
as babies can be lulled to sleep  
with soothing lullabies.  
  
Ha! You fool! For I know something  
that you think you’ve kept from me,  
snake sly and secreted away.    
   
I know just where  
you’ve laid the traps,    
the lures, the cunning snares,  
you’ve set, intent to thieve  
my will, my strength to choose  
another love,  
and make me lose and loose myself in you.  
   
For I, behind my veil, have spied, unseen,    
where you, you preening thing,  
have hidden them – they’re there    
behind your eyes, along your hands,    
your lips,  
within your voice --  
as if a white stone blurred    
beneath a running stream  
or in a winter’s ice  
as if a shadow plunged    
within a shadow in a shallow arch.  
   
But I, I have my own wild power,  
I have dark magics, yes,    
that you, for all your wiles,  
can never overcome.  
   
You’ll be struck dumb, disarmed, undone,  
when I,  
sloe eyed, lie heated, low, and cradled in your lap,  
my fingers tracing arabesques upon your thighs,  
and sing to you.
Written by Baldwin
Published | Edited 6th Aug 2021
Author's Note
What inspired my submission was a poem by Ovid
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