Put your hands on me just right, Twist and turn and shut me tight. You can polish me all night. If you're having trouble thinking and your hearts a flutter, it's not me it's you, your mind is in the gutter.

Beauty fell in love, a homonym of one, I’ll accept either spelling, Y or IE, son. Better said, Boys Entering Anarchistic States Towards Inner Excellence-one word’s a waste. Combined, three MCs and one DJ rule the land, Legendary crew, crashing MTV like Nathaniel Hornblower, man. Two words there be, all the clues plain to see, So ride my rhymes, as I Sabotage out, carefree.

I circle kings but wear no crown, A silent guard that won’t back down. Not wall nor gate, yet I defend, What am I that rings the end?

Add a k and I'm a clown, remove the y, and I am a noun. I have no breath, but I bleed red, my color changes in a threesome with two other elemental variables. What happens to nails, the adjective, that can cause tetanus if you step on one, afflicted with this?

A glimmer that gathers gazes. Gemstone’s signal to eyes. A faint disco light dazes. Like a glittered night sky. Candlelight’s fluttered phases, Varied glints at your guise. Soft but quivering gleams. As light dances on tides.