laying on s—’ couch the other night watching her work, i was inspired to write a poem about her. eros omnes.
not to overrun the overwhelming
admiration that I hold
(rare for this ever-arrogant princeling boy, you see)
but the curve of your back
and sea-swell of your hips it
sets in me a more raucous fire
akin to the drum beat […]
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