With the wish to start the story
on a “perhaps” or a “maybe”
he writes with the hope that hid fantasy
will no longer feel like a fallacy.
Yet not even four lines into the foreplay
he starts to feel frazzled
over whether or not the woman
is really feeling him, too.
He might suppose she’s invoking the muses
as she moans her “Ohs!” to the sky.
Or, perhaps, she’s humming along
to the song of some monks nearby.
And so, he abandons her bedside
to scrawl out another sizzler.
Maybe he’ll find more ink for his page
while she finds another mister.
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