- 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.