A LOVER'S BURDEN.PART TWO

These famished clues burn his bashful shame and seizeth duds on a sweltering palm.His trembling passion flicked his precedence of pith to do a damndest good and damndest evil,dry rot ired as coals for his furnace fire,with duly steed backward in the blue sky.This receptacle,him his selfgoverned lust,stalled the rider bent over his leaning elbows and arms akimbo.To chide her rumbling lips not to titivate and quench burning slingshots and saucy cheeks.The prince of passion with flighty decorum hardly blows them dry,with immodest amiss and bombastic rebut whose elusive perks murder intently.Camaraderie not drawn embrace to hatred the sword and the dagger,assault and battery where slothful mensrea touches with a barge pole.Then with murky sighs and golden trenchwarfare cast over her empty eagle,shaking wings that preyed perked brow.And discontent doth a new begins its crutch,wherein in this muddy orgy forced to content the varicose veins of the integers and then feedeth its heavenly moisture on this adorn.