My muse is hot
She comes down to fuck me with ideas
Hornyangelbitchpunkpoet that she is
She gives me wetbrain
I’d fuck her every night if she’d only open
Her legs lips hips
Creative cunt
She makes me hunt her rhythms and rhymes
Grinds her ass-shaking music through my mind
Teases me with
tits of sweet slang
Rubs linguistic lotions, poetic potions
Makes me pant and dance with semantics
My hot, sweating hand getting frantic as I write
I chase her every night ‘til 3 a.m.
She makes me cum
Again and again