Clad in a supple, oversized tee shirt;
and, from the waist down, sheer, tan pantyhose
(shoeless) you pause the task at hand to flirt
(more inspiring to me than you might suppose).
You are a Muse, steeped in stellar beauty
and no homophobic hater or slug
(with all the finesse of a shell-dragging slug)
can deny this homage, or refute me.