PANDER
Even when not here I feel you pandering for my regard. Such inconsequential recognition leaves space for sweetness which is imposed as a form of feigned tenseness that envelops irregularities astonishing me and reunites to request everything, so instilled to stumble while disengaged to delineate somehow worth that rests as stature. When I watch you imply that you believe I acquiesce to the peculiarities that you ignore as commonplace, an auxiliary assumption that perches ensuing further displacement when dereliction is set as a mess to enjoy. No alleviation, nothing corresponds to anything in your want that belongs to want, concise and dim and never stirring, but always implying and only that, lingering in its held curiosity, and if I grant and take it unqualified, self-scaled to a daubed regressive state that I trawled as an occurrence to wonder sharply and yet deferent to my question: by what flank, contiguous to what does your weathered hold rest upon me?
GENDERLECT: A GENDER DICTIONARY, WORDS RECAST 