Aural

Open up and let me slide these verses in,
The expressions may be a little rough,
Yet the overall sensation will feel like sin,
It will be impulsive and off the cuff.
I love the fiction and you’ll like my diction,
My innuendos are tacitly tactically placed,
It’s an addiction to increase the affliction,
To have you enticed and thoroughly baste.
And the reason, well for my implied rhymes,
To have you climb up the walls of my mind,
Like a well behaved depraved word slave,
Quivering as I’m delivering every single line.
I may not be the prolific cunning linguist,
But my bilingual skills will certainly commingle,
Bending and blending eloquent elements,
To the point that you’ll feel a certain tingle.
But not one single profane term may be spoken,
The trick is in the building of the anticipation,
Whetting the appetite, setting the mood right,
Until you’re filled with curiosity and expectation.
So take my lame limerick as I brim with lyric,
The pleasure to aurally tease you is all mine,
I’ll try to satisfy your mind’s eye and spirit,
And at the cusp it will all feel so divine.
Now, let’s begin…