Withering Surface ...and She Blossomed
The lighting tears of she who arose From the glow of the sunset An auricular confession Where her colossal lust is forged Into a blazingspark A spark which soon sets Free her ardent genitals As soft as velvet As sweet as honey As beautyful as the virginal scent of her Her scarlet abdornen Finer than silk A vestige of heaven Her ardent genitals invite me in On the confessional Thenectar of our orgasm Runs down her tights Covering the face of Christ - Jesus Christ
