It's not by the Eye the Silver Screen spells
Though hone your Body should Credentials meet
Some will Mentor; The Rest maintain your Cells
Which soon must Dance to Fine Arts on the Street
So what if, Athlete? Those Dimensions bound
Square their Markets for your Vessels expose
And if Succeed - a Slave's god be your sound,
Exchange your Musk for their Bidding's propose
It all depends. If Good Company keep
Though keen your Conduct must always rely
The ****** could be; Bound to Vices seep
****** bladed Virtues to never say die.
On my Skin, if the Sage's Path I chose
My Guilt slit my Scars; Then Shame me although.

By whom, strike Courage, does infect the Louse
Whose ominous Trails let ****** Thoughts to bleed
Then the Female - whose Nickels cost the House
Let wounding Heresy spore Thumbs to speed
Maybe my words be Words permit bequeath
Append your Permission my Heart pretends
Else voice this Rebel; Be Rebel's own beneath
Harm my Efficancy will purse Contends
Though pause the Bitter Pill invite to swallow
Only through your Certificate spot this Call
Yet by Wisdom-Tooth's share spare this Sparrow
Knowing, by Mammon, Like-Hands do appall.
So her Perfume - inspire for your Date
Absorb her Womb's Treasures though none too late.

This Eminent Night paste your Birthday Bed
And once beyond the Lines did Celebrate
Which soon enough most Leavened Hands instead
Cry for your Return-on-Turnips belate
Yet come these Savours invite your Prunes wash
As far-fetched Dames sowed Yeast to spice their Grin
Hoping to raise each their Best Flavours cast
All the whilst One already placed therein
Which in her Form - her Greatest Gift offer -
Of her Warmth wrapped your Little Man hugs neat
And in her Jump - Nerves blew your Mind asunder,
Back-and-Forth rub this Hour's Hormones repeat.
Still the Candles blew; Ignored the Musky Air
Which both Cherries broke; As Predicted there.

By the Five-Ringed Gods of Adrenaline
Pour the Plasma's place for Victory's Fair
Of most Sacred Masters peered and pristine
Prim Art above Profits; Yet still Aware
That the Spirit - recorded by the Muse,
Took her Efficiency a Best Blown Ride
To see each Win; Yet Bloated Heads subdue
To preach Sane Messages others will Find
Not yet Delayed - still - keep the Feathers strong,
Your Trademarked Swan times Frequency beloved
If still - Nineteen - left the ******* Pig's Throng
And your Path-of-the-Prince takes Currency.
For I, Spells and Chants soak Growth in my Age
Read my Almonds be: The Path-of-the-Sage.

If it be that Scribbling you recommend,
That Tug which based Best Masculine subscribe
Far from Recall I chose to comprehend
Your Dew-Shaped Image on that Train you ride
Perhaps a Bore? Or some Leisure intent
Wound dear Jack's Art for Snow-Flake's decency
And soon you Slumber; Whilst some Capture meant
The Holy Male betwixt Limbs may Fancy
Funny un-agreed, your Bewhistling Tune
Whatever your Issue my Tweets with her
Cast the Ghost's Slap-Face! My Frown be your Boon
When Filtered Friendships were what we confer!
Yet Hearing therein - of Ear's Hurt remain
A Mate's Sacred Whisper ignored in Pain.

Your Plans, my Follies to this Planned Event
Since your After-Victory bakes un-planned
To Note your Prayers for these Dames' consent
And the Serpent-God's Children sings at-hand
Now by this Bile - your Testosterone give
Demure the Elders by your Brighter Pew
Appears to Reason; Their Sweetest Seeds live
Only for such Store display for a Few
Yet the Frost you owned took plague by your face
Shows a lot how Open your Doors could be
Though ATTITUDE - the Goblin of Disgrace
Makes all the Difference which most could see.
Your Goodness keep Faith; Your Prime Youth endorse
Niño to Señor: The New Driving Force.

Should I choose to lay your Frame by the Side
And allow my Morsels to take the Reins
Would I be the Monster; On his Confide
The Tanned Diver's Fury consume these Flames
So why on my Courage must I Compete
As my Credentials faint to your compare?
To his Solemn Journal your Kind does meet
As Numbers will bond for Acceptance dare
Such was my Decide. For such Shame I be
A Stranger's Confidence to his Stars remorse
Would ride a Mirage with Saddles complete
In kind to a Fly cause Welts to a Horse.
Still a Bonded Friend you Deserve to be
And make my Marks known as I start to Flee.