I am a lecher


desired for your ability to inspire

your beauty ultimately means everything to me

but for a very short time

You are a drop in the muses bucket

of selfish vanity

in hope to avoid obscurity

in hope that words will make you beautiful forever

I am such a selfish lecher

squeezing an unsuspecting muse

wringing you out like a dirty wash cloth

making you dance around by wood slats and strings

dance little muse dance

it is an unfair jig when you move about

catching me in your grace

I make you move into my head space

twirling like a dervish

your beauty ultimately means nothing to me