In this world pure carnality is
not our best option, better to
keep your pretexts intact. Listen
my deepest humdrum charm,
so carelessly inspired, spins on
fatal ground. Launch unbridled
ardor, by verve else blank haystacks
she said, dust my bucket with
life or love. Thus, without pants
our reckless flight sans hope
fails to gossip in the howling gloom,
as grocers grope among lush
lentils, green envy gasps, grips her.
1 comment:
How about:
"Listen to my unbridled ardor,
blank verve haystacks
reckless in the howling gloom,
as grocers grope among lush
lentils"?
Your word choice is primo.
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