There's just one x that marks the spot..that ever beckoning lover,
his name stands silent sentinal, can't escape my trembling lips
His decadent home lies in my inner core, land of nitty-gritty
he's the blacknight jesting joker and the puffed-up king of hearts
His stacked perversions deadly sweet, shuffled in life's deck of cards
Darkly whimsical magic, unearthly encored skills
Awfully hard to keep a pretense going, with his mix of impish signals
chemical cocktail rituals, dark-eyed pheromones
what's your killing poison, what's your healing choice
a variety of formulated variables won't be leaving any clues
no set math equation tells when love is fast approaching,
but you sure as hell know when it leaves
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Wow, this is fascinating, Nancy...I read it yesterday, and I keep going through it, enjoying the rhythm and the word-play and all the nuances that keep popping up...
Plus, your deft manipulation of the English language sure raises the bar!
:) Lary
Isn't it a shame that we keep so much locked just under the surface, choosing, rather, to adhere to societal expectations of conduct? The lustful, naughty, totally awesome freedom-seeking missile pointed directly at everyone who refuses to understand... I admire your ability to address this one, Nancy, I can't tell you the number of times I've tried to write something like this, always unsuccessfully.
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