- An Erotic Ethic Error Portrait -  I gave you to my desert  'said ya' might be lost but not alone  I sold you to my prototype  propensity to scorn is mine to show, guess what?!  Move, spoof, overweight  heat out of control.  Spring again, sin again, spittoom, chaos  overlapping  don't you step over ... the flood area.  So what's wrong with  a little agony  a harmless game between you, the servile  and me, the destiny  we love each other as we are  so hateful and depraved  a peaceful pack of pilancy  in any damned direction ...  Could you please  dance my dance?  I do, we do, god for us.  Skin in skin  flesh admits flesh  languish for spittle  breath meets breath  pushing lust  into sweat  magnificane  tenderness.