My Muse Is the Alpha

Transporting me from here to where? I cannot follow my muse, nor do I dare. Trixie is outrageous, much more energetic than me. She takes me to honky-tonks, and drinks petite tea. I find her in bordellos with men who are crass. She is usually bare naked, showing her ample ….. She is the leader, the alpha, the one who writes this stuff. I can barely keep up with her. Her imagery is rough! Transporting me into situations that make sailors blush. She laughs at my consternation, whispering I should hush. Put everything in her hands, let her have her wild winsome way. Frankly, I am glad to blame her each and every damned day.