pervert innocence

The nostalgia

The urgency in me sprang me
The panorama was etched in my mind
I reckon what I did or used to
Until the subtleness in me subsidized


No matter what I couldn’t
Money couldn’t give me pleasure
It’s that innate feeling which comes in
When two souls combine


And the sweat and thrust
Is what not the task
But the pressure and the plonker
Was as young and cruel


My faint joyous cries
My curly moist arena
My beauty vanity insanity
My arrogance surrogate inanity


Who said Vanity Fair?
As long as Vanity isn’t fair
When things are up and can’t resist
Take a walk and make a lock


The soft tenderness and the mild covetousness
The hard opening and the mild gentleness
The pierce and gasp
Make things much worse
Not until you cry out “Oh my…Faster”


Speech is reduced actions are condemned
The press and touch
The nurture included amalgamation
The vagile twat and senile stat


Make a comeback again for ever
It’s spontaneous it’s ridiculous
Its rendezvous and atrocious
But nevertheless it’s really intuitive chorus


Last but not the least
Let us make it a day
In the latter sense it’s already day
Horizon envelopes and curling mesmerize
And when the alpha and omega create and obeisance
And we call it a thing that never slept but worked.