Lascivious Shenanigan

Tulip: shouting! –
sprouting, spouting
like a garish emanating urn

disseminating a seductive perfumed
many-headed ghost:
amorphous host to Spring –

lascivious shenanigan!: burning as if nothing
were a bigger deal than turning to
(and winking through her reddish-orange hue at) you:

aberrant and true! Doesn’t fit? Who cares?
She won’t quit! She dares
to love you ignominiously:

relishes the untoward pair.
Autonomy-in-harmony:
(look it up in Deuteronomy) –

why not? Imagine she contains
the secret to your destiny –
your lot. She’s hot.

Sniff swiftly, lick her lip.
Grab her by her handles:
take a nip.

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