Blossoming in bliss smiles this heart o’ mine,
Glistenin’ like gold when Mr. Benjamin’s rolled
T’indulge a line
Strewn across the table like luscious snow,
Coaxing inch by inch that special itch
up my spine… creeping… crawling…
Temptation’s bristled tarantula one veterbrate
at a time climbing
‘til smoldering are all Pain’s brambles in the brain
& skinned thin’s the crow squawking Discontent.
(‘cept t’maybe later whine why this eight-ball wasn’t nine!)