Possibilities slither like centipedes
Their directions twist and turns
Trailing treachery and tenacious trumps
Tantalizing my taste buds
Teasing my dreams and trespassing on trouble,
Long live those legs!
Lingering lethargically conspicuous,
Their intentions intimate and lost
Gauging my limitations on an isolated plate.
My mind limps like a lecherous lover
My heart full of light.
Hurry lest I lose it,
Hurry lest I slouch and slow,
Hurry on, overtly pompous and unaffected
Trailing disgust and disastrous dreams,
Drenched in sweat and sodomy,
Seldom surprised yet crucially childish
My innermost insanity shall prevail.