- Erotic Poetry
- Mystical Math
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Regal, she reclines upon the couch,
An ancient queen in lazy command.
A court of TV crouched at her feet,
A scepter of seltzer in her hand.
Clad from neck to thigh in royal robes
Of cutoff tee and PJ shorts,
Beneath her, one leg lithely curls,
The other on coffee table lands.
She watches the tube and I watch her,
The way her thigh curves into her ass.
Describing mystic mathematics
As from my head, all thoughts do pass.
I struggle to calculate,
To plot or plan or decipher,
Her golden mean or divine proportion,
The equation that she unlocks in me.
Yet though my brain can only guess
At the mystic, magical math,
My mind struggles to capture the words
And yet my heart understands the path.
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