there's more to passion than clasping your heart in the arms of the one who means you no harm i cling to poetic illusions & rendezvous them with conclusions then weave them with charm conceive them, then infuse them on evenings when you're extremely, in need of slow music & longer hugs, with a lot of love to set the mood some, on gondolas & serenade you from the tip of my tongue, to fondle ya with conundrums, till you cum, within reach of thoughts of beach fronts, corral reefs & such the sand beneath us, dance across our features like my lips do, your nipples, your eyelids, your collar bone to pulse driven instrumentals as your heart's tempo, bumps our song i'm so damn sensual; the vibrations & sensations, of pure elation, from the bass in my monotone is meant to, provoke your dimples, & your blushes & whatever else encourages giggles & touching the ripples from your blood rushing make beads of sweat form, then trickle as your lips say, "let's get wet for him," like icicles the aroma, says, "come over" i say no ma, "venir aquí, por favor" i do more than twist riddles while eating you like smorgasbords & popsicles till your hips wiggle, & slips your skirt off rip my shirt off word up, my muscles, is unheard of nah, not diesel; it's just murder, when i squeeze you i freeze you; my strength frees you from your burdens, to ease you, & appease you yes miss, these arms of mine & the rest of this are designed to please you, & leave you breathless