Don't Glare At Me in Rage; It's Not My Marriage

Boldly fooling, cuz I'm cold ruling,
Crashing overstanding to ride the current pulling
Smashing planet Midas into gold bullion

Scan and collect awakenings, harried and grueling
Stand and bet without abasement, this wary hooligan carries jewels in
Unplanned statements, but still I slam and quake 'em, popping off

Like blood clots from coagulation. Pooling.
Enter any location set to parry, dueling
Damn, did I just accept an invitation from a married woman?

Whoooaa...          This'll mean flack to settle
Soooo...        NO, Mistress! Time to backpedal!
Slipped from my wishlist, now act as if you got a headful yo!

Back the animal off, the man inside got duped so...
Time to re-angle and remind myself of scruples...
“Oh but it's HIS problem, not hers or yours!”--

Bad mental loophole.
Showing options to blur the course.
At one time I just had to shoot and know.

Run blind for fun crimes, just one time?

So often it occurred too late—that was always worse.
So now I prefer the cure of just jape, let the spray escape
When hes and hers overheard capers and turned to face?

Attention to possibility gets dismissed,
Tension and virility pressures up to hiss...
The clenching of jealous fists?

All too often awakens what hungers
Chopping it up makes strangers wonder
Topping gullible compulsions of dull husbands

And mulling what's mulching, never nulling emotions
Nor do I pull any poaching...

Loose parts, use sparks, lucid and snarky is where I'm used to being parked!
WOOOOOSH! Use the gush, groove to the rush, do what I must...
If it isn't a blue spray seduction crime to rue today?

I'll ride the inner true connection due and instilled
Deep inside, call it sin, but on reflection it's true what we build
Keep back pride, crawling grins, expressions showing you her glee and thrill

And mooooooove her...
I'll choose instead of an affair to do better while clonemen stare
Take the groove and stir, push the heat, slaking blitz

Awakening what sits and crawls and climbs inside and fits
Taking stock of every lock,
On her crown as well as around the clit

Walls and vines, feeling every bit
Letting it all unwind, revealing in quips
Setting her man up fine, if he's real and for the win of it

I'm not stealing, I'm staying infinite!
Healing within my heat signature limits
Reeling off our feet for the next 90 minutes!

I'm only here for a few beats, but I'll spin bliss!
It's on you to match the feat and ask “How do I please the missus?”
If I ratchet up the shadowy naughty tart?

Hidden within ignored body parts?
Purely from oddity shards, lobbed lo and far
“Don't cure me!” a Pharaoh once snarled...

Ensnared in whole and part into a Tarot card,
Sorry, bear with me, yo... I'm set to blare when I flow hard

This pirate rake plays his part

Awakening flirtation sparks
To re-kindle slacker-boys on a lark
Who cringe and get annoyed—and I get marked!

Fuck 'em! They should thank and pay me.
I take what's marginal and indiscreet
Enlarge it full and sweet

Re-set the par to compete
An unpardonable gnarled artist
Is it harder to follow her bliss?

Didn't feel hollow when we bared OUR gist!
But then you're the one taking her home, just don't miss.

I'm Love's Spry Martyr
Get above and try harder
It wasn't ever my union

I just got her blooming started, sir!