the ingenuity of gears and with that:
a strict obligation (to) momentum,
or at least having that cardiovascular
expression on your face
while passing peaches and cream
that she - it's always a she - sees on you
like you're ******* her...
besides... cycling against the wind
is more fun than spitting or ******* against
it... there's that but there's also:
back toward the airy-fairy lacking
a moral ought-i thought...
the ingenuity of gears...
or how walking is nonsensical sometimes:
or pretty much all the time
or how walking really does flatten
the horizon... considering how: hunched and
elevated on a bicycle... you can find
elevations and downhills when otherwise
**** erectus posturing flattens
whatever's on the "demand"...
etymology of: tango... it's not mango...
i can almost see it... tan-           -go...
once upon a time... i can be excused for being
young once and doing a tango
with Fiona while she stepped on my feet...
i can be excused for not asking her out
while she orientated herself to my presence
like a dog-leech...
trigonometry i.e. sine cosine... tan? so'w-c'ah-tow'eh?
tread-mead: and all things meagre?
meadow... flour, water... dough...
there must be a third corpus of celestial
beings... beside mere angels and demons...
now here's an etymological "conundrum":
genius... genus: jinn...
                  i'm a genie in a bottle blah blah...
because what would account for
imagination... originality...
Newton and... rocket...
vector... iron *******...
           or like looking at **** from
the perspective of *******...
or Nabokov's ******...
where's the legality of the cut-off point
when... for example... King John "Lackland"
married a... cherry... aged 13...
about 2 hours of cardio opens
up the mind to tease certain taboos
more than any amount of drinking will, ever...
allow...
how are these creatures spawned?
intimidated by... women with more
****** experience?
i guess so...
take me for example...
from lack of a better terminology:
libido "insomnia"... to be this perpetually
invigorated by *******-****...
commercial or not...
         upon the treadmill of intimacy
with no clarification of monetary boundaries...
long established plans...
the hell with "hooks" and "mortar"....
(at this point... misnomers, crypto lingua)
it would hard to get a hard-on...
like what? i'm somehow making summary
of ingesting ******: yes... on the *****-nilly
a hard-on all the time... no!
however... whatever might be deemed
an erectile dysfunction (dis- / dys-
as i once prompted an old man on a bench
with, using the example of
disease...  the negation of ease)
               disappears in the brothel...
when it's certain what two individuals are
about to do, conceive...
procreate for the ******* gymnastics of it...
it: being the act of piston churning...
butter-spreading... apple-pinching...
the ugly-bollocking of what escapes the act
when tenderness is applied
to the formality of lips and the most
****** part of a woman's body: her hands...
or cheek-to-cheek like some Sinatra drool...
well... that's that...
now there's some d.i.y. to be done in the house...
some cleaning... some dinner to be cooked;
**** me... it's windy.