Lingua Franca©

Body language SCREAMING verbatim!     
Diction licking ecstatically as clamorous idioms romance me.     
It’s laconic dialect explicit.     
Clinging to the diaphragm of ardency like parasite, hushing me.     
Riding the punctuation in the pronunciation of your primal noun assimilating action verb, which was name and you live it like motto.  
Leave a trace of your lexical mistakes dripping from my mentum.  
My dear wordsmith oh how you move me with your viva voce.     
With sweet remarks and epithets.      
Leave a trace of your lexical mistakes dripping from my mentum.     
Allow me to find meaning in your indelible need.     
Exonerate me with your confabulation.    
Teach me your Kiswahili.      
Let us share quiet reprimand.     
Edge of your seat connotations.     
And the aphesis of my neology will forge terms of endearment.    
Lyrics conforming to the construction of verse and facsimile is composed.    
Our enceinte pauses of neutral tranquility will disambiguate.     
Unprecedented serendipity awing in loud silences.     
Muffled growls trapped in the purgatory of quilted cushion.     
Muted pleads of aviation in laymen’s terms.      
Phrase sailed back into dehydrated throat, unable to fly forward from mouth.    
Recycling the sentences of consonants emphasis.     
Babelism a write of passage.     
Archetypal scripts, a semblance of narrative.      
Our legacy printed in my rugae like braille, inducing eutony.     
Confronted by semantic fields.     
Feigning its missive.     
Lalochezia motivating stanza.     
Your thought suggestion’s plan.
Disburse a Taste of spicey adjective  
Upon my slippery expletive snarl
Beat me with cruel adverbs
Spank my asterisk into an angry  
And a nice hard gerund between my parentheses  
For your verse of solitary confinement is where I thrive and grow my best work