Yak Lace

For your bones to hand themselves, wish there would be an accidental potion,
the wish is at my tongue.
Today I'm lured as the natural grace brought you over at '97 and backing your juices up.
I'm stepping on Virginia, for my sake.
You would not, you'd swallow her Paradise.

Here:
I will taste the pavement,
I will praise your genius.
I will throw Brigida under the bus.
Beneath your weather.
Backing up rhymes.

Help me.