kiss of the muses

Come,

my male Polyhymnia

Shed your Crotus' skin

Under the light

Of Sagitarius

Forget your need

To hunt,

Let yourself be

Captured

Follow my

salt-sweat rivulets,

Soft hills,

Valleys ,

Down to,

The crevice

The cave

Lust and create

With gentle hands

Unlock the spring of

Magic potions

Let them

Quench your thirst

Enchanted,

Inspired,

Dive deep

Into the sorceress

Into her warm well

Later

She might ban

You onto

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