When I had first posted this about 5 years ago it drew a ton of flack.
Twisted kiss of the fetidness spills in the mind like a rusty dime.
Sedge time spilling the wine can poke a hole deep in the divine.
Repugnant niceties can stagnate even the éclat of congruity.
Argot of the enamor can make the word clamor for those tinseled in glamor.
Down in the dirt girt flirts the hurt of promiscuity.
Mollycoddle the phycology of the transparency in oblique consistency.