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Inflamed Enunciation




High and impaired
on wide-eyed songs-
I've boldly licked your wit, in rhyme..
It pebbles my path,
one fine jewel a'time-
with rare vernacular
of soul sounds, oft spoke.
These fall from your lips,
in smooth, finished fit-
for a sip on your sigh cloud, I'd just soak..

I treasure these finds,
 rouse excitement in mind-
as you discompose my composure, & blush me inside..
To be showered in word-flavor,
sharp lasacious behavior-
I'm eager with the contingency, vocalized so well.
I ever justify flutters
awaiting next drip of favor..
On verbal plume of crystal-cloud
you have me on melt.

Even in dark mule-moods,
your rare-flare will find a way
to force my fore~thoughts speeding
through depletion of reason..
And I bathe on warm flounder-
in soft-beg...for a taste.


Written by darksighs
Published | Edited 20th Jul 2015
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