The wherein is continued the grove of lust

be hook-nosed my love
follow me to the city grove
on Grosvernor Avenue I sat and sobbed
be the nose that pulls

me in my amberesque state
created man in a crate
of panic and fright
noun clatter rift fire

with body yer nose
scents me rose
of content and flair
flamboyant as your hair

stand on my body
beneath the steps
where lust's not gaudy
rip into my teeth

your honker sniffing
my orchards bad poetry
our game sucking our joy
huffing after tiffing

cute snap of smell
yer nose lingers
my hands silhouette
shape Egypt of hunger

not rhymed by imperfect self
but walker to body
hunger sweet lioness
nose and eyes hang a spill me down kiss