Tease away my insipid tales
You ask for hushed acceptance
I’m the covetous beloved
Philanthropic, work of art
Poised for a finger to stroke my heart
All prose, a mask, to lift me up
Cleanse away your unclean thoughts
I am the muse of your retort
Matron. Hostess. Cowgirl,
Waiting for the bid and tell
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