As I orchestrate the flo(w)-tation of my punctuation,
I leave you staring into my next indication of not knowing.
Having ill-knowledge of where sista girl’s gonna go next.
But I feel you, as you are feeling me. 
So seek inside and grasp the attention
The halt.
Where you stand and stare.
You are energized by my rhythmic pen flow.
Ahh… my vocal discretions are shared, while
The scent-sation of my tasty odor of deliverance,
Causes an inflammable disturbance.
Oooh I’m on Fire!!!