Venus Inferred

My muse is merciless but they’re kind.
(My muse may have a penis.)
I’m inclined

to say, my muse has a sleek behind—
we’ve got so much between us!
My muse is merciless and kind,

but are we sure it’s love we’ve found?
A lot of people won’t select us,
but I’m inclined

to say they’re gnawing a hard rind
rather than bedding where the sweetness
lies, when love has been so kind

as to take us home with them
and treat us to the finest
kisses we’ll ever be inclined

to try to return in kind.
No safe word for a tumescent Venus!
My muse is merciless, but they’re as kind
as I’m inclined.