Musings by The Poet Loriet
Role Playing
I am Edna St Vincent Millay
and you are Arthur Hooley,
the handsome Englishman
who refuses to be moved,
to be jealous,
to come claim me.
And just like Arthur
did to Vincent,
you drive me
absolutely insane.
Why do my womanly wiles
not touch the man in you?
Have you no wants,
no desires, no heart?
How do I get through?
No words of passion,
no eloquence, no
amount of hair-styling,
perfuming, cosmetics,
short skirts, cleavage--
nothing will move you.
And it irritates me
that I keep playing the fool,
the flirtatious nymph,
the young poet obsessed
with the one man
she cannot possess.
Either stop haunting my nights
or give in to your desires.
What holds you back?
Take me and never let me go.
I am yours to plunder.
The night awaits our joining.
Lori Beal
and you are Arthur Hooley,
the handsome Englishman
who refuses to be moved,
to be jealous,
to come claim me.
And just like Arthur
did to Vincent,
you drive me
absolutely insane.
Why do my womanly wiles
not touch the man in you?
Have you no wants,
no desires, no heart?
How do I get through?
No words of passion,
no eloquence, no
amount of hair-styling,
perfuming, cosmetics,
short skirts, cleavage--
nothing will move you.
And it irritates me
that I keep playing the fool,
the flirtatious nymph,
the young poet obsessed
with the one man
she cannot possess.
Either stop haunting my nights
or give in to your desires.
What holds you back?
Take me and never let me go.
I am yours to plunder.
The night awaits our joining.
Lori Beal
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