it could not be calculated
the storm

erotic as a muse
crashed upon
the dormant seed

teasing, precocious
eccentric and proud

whirls of ancient aromas
unicorn of lunar amber

galloping, swelling
demanding food
for living ecstasy

the linear gush
of hot profits
swells
pathetic erections

fake philanthropy
is a ploy to forge
new popular
flesh-fests

strategic executions
increase
the appetite
of still rumpled skins