get out from between my loins,
oh rage'd and spiteful swelling slob.
There are good people that you're missing,
and so many other tenderness' to enjoy.

Syncopation Salivates

Had tasted the dust 
once consumed with exuberance, 
and brought sweet delight to fruition 
in a few tasteful words. 

Cannot grasp the desire, 
as the reflections cast out 
speak with resonance 
through well-shouldered epiphanies. 

Expansion of the heat source in my soul, 
oh rebel wit and scoffed remorse
words toyed and hunted 
with a certain ballsy sunshine; 
nudging me closer to the edge 
of sexual tension, 
towards the dance that called me out. 

Heavy momentum towards
new freedom that could seek such hopes.