by Rayne 2. Marzett

My writers block
Can only be cured
with her creative juices
It flows deep within her
from head to toe
and the only way to release them
are to heat her up slow
I must usurp her
Of those creative juices
Claim them for myself
She whimpers and whines
like she doesnít want to let go
but I know
once they start to cascade
over lips
water through babbling brooks
I canít help but drink
I eternalize her creative juices
before smearing them all across this page

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