Perfumed fragrant with delight <br />Activates my southern plane <br />Though I most prefer propane <br />The wealthy stench of metallic flames <br />Caressing my nostrils inhaling cancerous dames <br />Trading jasmine for oleander; and apple pie for asbestos <br />Vixens in nylons that juggle horns with their halos <br />Denigrate my dignity to achieve my greatest insecurity <br />All Behind locked doors, were virtues lost in sentiment <br /> <br />I’ll be acting tough, only if you play me rough <br />Discard the pleasantries and the romantic fallacies <br />That are the obstacles of hunger buried in the loins <br />Neglecting mammal habitations for primordial felicitations <br />So let’s just skin our lips and handshake tongues <br />Wrist cuff our hips too moonlight the floor <br />Exploring mouths and the new sensations of saliva <br />In the world of our eyes, where the secrets all die <br />Through the rhythm of throbs, we bait the language of lust <br />Gesticulating groans, sweat burns and atrophies <br />In this insatiable intimate exercise <br /> <br />We’ll make amusing interludes charting fingers on our navels <br />Though if you can’t hold me tight, then you’ll never get me right <br />Make sure to keep the chains on, or I’ll be drifting in night’s song <br />For I can only feel you close, when you scratch the dermis loose <br />Heaving vulgar tongues of arsenic expressions <br />Emptying the gutters with insolent and curse opinion <br />No flower girls or princes of anachronistic deceptions <br />Just a dirty mother, I would sleep in a Hells arctic dungeon <br /> <br />For love is not a picnicked summer <br />But a games deceit of chosen power <br />With sugar and poison, though give me the poison <br />It enriches the lessons and heals wounds quicker <br /> <br /> <br />Can we go again?<br /><br />Kevin Patrick<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sugar-and-poison/
