How to approach an attractive sentence

Hey baby!
Check out my strong verbs!
Dig my quotation marks, they're loaded with detailed jargon.
Say, you have some great exclamation points, 
Can I be your indirect object?

You may accuse me of using crude superlatives, suffice it to say,
My language is unbiased and suitable for all ears and eyes.
See, I was just eliminating some unwanted sentence fragments,
When I noticed your lovely semicolons.
Yeah! Real hot topics! 

What'cha say we experiment with a little revision
Over a couple of dry cliches, like the italics do? 
They're so romantic, those italics, with their titillating foreign accents
Maybe I'll let you punctuate my colon as a mark of introduction
But only for money, fame, or power.

I won't capitalize on that other stuff
Really, I have only one question mark for you
I hope you didn't misplace your modifier 
Or were you gunn'a split with an infinitive?
Cuz, I really think we could make beautiful musical lyrics together

Well don't mind my obvious dangling participial, parenthetically,
I'm just running on in search of a proper period, so stop me first
If you can't locate my specific modifier
See, I've been outlining you,
Ever since my passive voice took note of your documented form 

So if I said you had a great body of work
Would you hold it against me as a pretentious redundancy, please?

Down for the Count

I can no longer dismiss
Your shadow of doubt
The crack of your kiss
That lands like a fist

My life I lived out
In all your silence
Culling our dreams in the bout
Smashing hope in a knockout

Regardless of any implore
You've tossed my heart
Like a hat, on the floor
Walked out and shut the door

Our De'nouement

Passion me, oh you nymph of the wood Sever my touch from pains elixirs Cast your flower petals over my senses Drown my aching thoughts in the scintillating glance of your laughing eyes Starve my soul of the gloaming pain Then we shall purge our despair For nigh and triumph, the enraptured stars To wish upon us, this tousled, vibrant eve of new and hungry satisfaction Pulsate tenderly with my callow kiss To know your every secret wish Empty my troubles with your timid song Melt the chill in my frigid heart, to warm my timber in your ebullient limbs

I Stand Corrected

You should have sung thus to your sweetheart... like a secret message, I like to think it could have been my sweetheart's voice... the echo of life has pierced my thoughts with your wistful words. I stand corrected and alone

a life of half measures

By JdSchooley

When you were an inspiration of excess, I sat on the side lines and wished. But there was no way I was going to risk rejection You had it all, great looks, personality, love for life, Style The best I could do was hope, Hope that you would notice, Take charge. That was not your method either. For the longest time I hoped You and I could become an item. Even when I was lucky enough, to Ride next to you in your Mustang convertible, I was unable to show you what I felt Now we are both living in separate arrangements. You in your fast fashionable lifestyle, Me, in my small safe world of ink and paper. Micro components of life. A life of half measures And full regrets

In praise of my vestigial aloofness

By JdSchooley
As love becomes The operative word, Our minds wind about The scant ideas, to sing in, The days and nights. While the winks and nods comply, And still our hearts with late goodbyes, So as to kiss us off To sleep, alone.