How can I write a poem without the inspiration of my muse?
Because I can’t rhyme when she is away, I feel so confused!
How can I laugh without the wit and the charm of my fine muse?
I feel so wretched and miserable it’s as if I’ve just been abused!
How can I write about beauty without the fine face of my muse?
Tell me how it can be done when I feel as if my heart is bruised!
How can I eat or drink when all I want is to nibble on my muse?
Oh, how I want to kiss her and hug her until my lust is consumed!
How can I be happy when all I want is to make love to my muse?
So I will take long, lonely cold showers until again I kiss my muse!
I am so missing you...
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Because I can’t rhyme when she is away, I feel so confused!
How can I laugh without the wit and the charm of my fine muse?
I feel so wretched and miserable it’s as if I’ve just been abused!
How can I write about beauty without the fine face of my muse?
Tell me how it can be done when I feel as if my heart is bruised!
How can I eat or drink when all I want is to nibble on my muse?
Oh, how I want to kiss her and hug her until my lust is consumed!
How can I be happy when all I want is to make love to my muse?
So I will take long, lonely cold showers until again I kiss my muse!
I am so missing you...
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