An Erotic Ethic Error Portrait -



I gave you to my desert

'said ya' might be lost but not alone

I sold you to my prototype

propensity to scorn is mine to show, guess what?!

Move, spoof, overweight

heat out of control.

Spring again, sin again, spittoom, chaos

overlapping

don't you step over ... the flood area.

So what's wrong with

a little agony

a harmless game between you, the servile

and me, the destiny

we love each other as we are

so hateful and depraved

a peaceful pack of pilancy

in any damned direction ...

Could you please

dance my dance?

I do, we do, god for us.

Skin in skin

flesh admits flesh

languish for spittle

breath meets breath

pushing lust

into sweat

magnificane

tenderness