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We all stare,
don't we?
A gal like her
must be
every poet's dream
Sweet symphony of moans
in pristine white
Fresh young limbs
spread out wide
just busting you up
with those
come to bed eyes
The all brand new
virgin
cutey-pie bride
gagging for you
to pop her cherry
any way you want it
almost every day
our good Lord gave
And this morning
starts out slow
She loves to tease
with a flutter of corny lines
smiling and flirting
the legs crossed cliche
waiting for your keyboard
to glow
Sweet nothings
cranked hard and hot
until inspiration struts up
hornier than a toad
You cling to the word flow
fierce and wild
biting sighs
while she caresses
the delicate texture
of your soul
begging for the rush
of consonants and vowels
craving syntax completion
to fill her
and make her whole
Sometimes
she'll linger
between the lines--
if you're lucky
you might come up for air
So while she licks her lips
you sip your tea
watching her cursor
pant silently for more
trying your darndest
to look elsewhere
You call her names
tell her it's over
that you can't go on
Yelling poetry's a whore
you scream her kind
was only ever good for
shredding the hearts of fools
left dirty
and broken in the gutter
their hopes bled emptier
than marrow sucked bones
But you know inside
she'll always be yours
Exquisite forever
her lure remains
a goddess at your trembling hand
the ache of her passion
perfectly timed
as she reels in those words
and creation
drowns you
once more
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