The Gay Muse Project

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The Muses preside over arts and science
and list among their many clients
the writers of all sorts of wonderful works
of epics and ballads and treasured quirks.
Of epic poetry Calliope is in charge
In history it's Clio makes works grow large.
Over lyric poetry Euterpe presides
and in tragedy Melpomene decides
just what'll be written on moral choices.
For choral songs Terpsichore finds the voices.
For love poetry, Erato does her bit.
In sacred poetry, Polyhymnia is it.
Thalia looks after the comedy,
and Urania after astronomy.

Now Erato really bears a very big load;
very late hours; always out on the road.
After the sixties and the Stonewall riot
her department was simply never quiet.
The voice got more strident every day
of gay men who wanted to have their say.
The demands grew bigger with such persistence.
Erato decided she needed assistance.

She discussed the problem with her sisters.
She held up her feet and showed them her blisters.
"I need specialist help to assist the gay voice:
I am really left no other choice.
We must hire some helpers who know that field
and can help their poets their pens to wield.
Otherwise their voice will be ever muzzled."
Her sisters looked at her, very puzzled.

"Erato," they answered, "where would we find
the hired help that you have in mind?"
"Well, I thought that I might recruit them from
websites like the one at gaypoetry dot com!"
"Erato," they chuckled, "those are merely mortals.
How would we get them through these portals?
They're not possessed of our divine powers.
They're constrained to their humble earthly bowers.
We are goddesses. This you seem to forget.
Inspiring art is the task we were set!"

Erato this argument patiently heard
but Erato was not to be deterred.
"Mortals can be changed into gods, I'm sure.
I'm certain I've heard of that before.
But another solution occurs to me.
Just think about it and you will see:
We could add to our numbers by giving birth
to demigods fathered by mortals from Earth!
Achilles was the product of such a mating.
The only downside – it'll involve some waiting."

Erato thought that her plan was glorious.
But her sisters thought it quite uproarious!
"How do we select for your breeding plan?
Do we visit gay clubs and just pick any man?
On personals boards do we post some ads?
"Need gay studs to sire demigod lads,
should be dedicated, proven fighters,
with ability to inspire future gay writers!"
And why would they want to agree to it when
by nature they only want action with men?"

"I realize that," said Erato to the others.
"But that doesn't mean that they can't make us mothers.
Artificial insemination's the way.
We don't need to persuade them with us to play.
Hermes can go and collect us some seed
and bring it back here for the purpose we need."


"Are you crazy?" asked Clio, beginning to fume.
There was foam round her mouth like the Euxine spume.
"Do you want to bring AIDS to Olympus on high?
Do you want to cause some of the gods to die?
Haven't you heard there's a virus that spreads;
and it's transmitted especially on steamy gay beds.
If you get it, some cells are dysfunctional rendered.
So unprotected sex is not recommended.
That's why they use condoms. And that's a fact!
It cannot pass through the latex intact."

It was Erato's turn to begin to fume.
There was foam round her mouth like the Euxine spume.
"The gods are immortal! Or have you not heard.
What do you consider the import of that word?
It means that they live for ever and ever.
I really thought you to be more clever!
To viruses they simply cannot succumb.
My goodness. You are incredibly dumb."

The others by now were thinking a little
that they wouldn't lose face by receding a tittle.
"Well, maybe," said Calliope, "we should give it a try.
I'll speak to Hermes, by and by.
He could go down to Earth with a thermos flask
and hunt around where the gay studs bask
in the sun and the saunas and that sort of thing.
He could invite them to join him for a little fling
and catch a bit of the stuff that we need
and bring it back here with mercurial speed!

Mmmm! thought some others. That would be nice.
And Hermes could be back here in a trice!
I bet that that mischievous dude wouldn't mind.
I've always suspected he was one of their kind.
He's the perfect sort to get them excited,
to get them worked up, get their lust ignited;
with his gym-toned body and his uncut dick,
always looking so very slick;
with his magic wand, entwined with snakes,
with the winged sandals that his cobbler makes.
Come to think of it, nothing could be clearer:
Think of that statue in the Temple of Hera
where he's standing holding Zeus's son:
I'm certain he'd like to go fetch us some cum.

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