I love in Californication when Charlie, Hank's agent and dear friend told him once how his words "make it get real crowded in his pants." HAHAHAHAHAHA! 

Do words have the power to turn people on?
You be your own judge:

Shades of Stages

Shades of charcoal sand

Yellow-bellied lizard's a snake in the dimness 

An inky, sooty chimney 

Bleeding onto the tattered page

Cobwebs in head, a desolate attic

Punctuation thunders like bursts of bullets

Penetrating sea

Dully drifting, 'til momentum

Surges like highly caffeinated 

Bloodshot saucers

Wading in sunflowers

The safest route

Secluded, true bias must emerge

Unless demonic presence clamps

With fiery stares of an antithetic state

Fade into burgandy 

The most vivid rose

Has the sharpest thorns

The dandelions harbor the bloom

The planted conceal it very soon

Once was lost, once was green 

'Til I became a majestic weed

When drenched in loathing

One must extract

The venom that poisoned the plant

Crimson flesh sizzles like a griddle

Tumultuous storms ignite plunging pearls

Clacking upon the surface, hissing

A serpent’s tongue lashes

Propelled like a jagged arrow

Encroach upon hysteria

Toes immersed in soil 

Greenery encompassing

Drained into veins, a soothing sedative

Pills and peace, your vice

Flag waving in the nippy breeze 

It rips to shreds 

Peppering the grains

The seeds the moonlight dreads

Claws remain in Earth, awaiting blindness

Sink heels, the dampness, dewy slits 

Seize your core, with a brusque submersion

Shot from a cannon, your sole weaponry 

Darkness renders heavy heart, frail limbs

Torn expression, sordid complexion

Swirls gushing in the distance

Rabbit hole tumble, a tortured pinwheel into the haphazard, electric enigma

Devour vibrant membranes that pierce points