I will liberate my longing lips When leering at His lusty limbs That labour with a lucid liveliness, Limning His lineaments of loveliness.
I will optimise my owed orientation With His overwhelming osculation That obtains an outstanding outbreak Of all amidst obedience and outrage.
I will vanish within my vanilla vesture At the view of His voluntary venture Where He violates a variety of vicinity, Vaunting of His veracious divinity.
I will elevate my encroaching entity For the exhibition of His effigy, Enhanced with an exquisite elegance, Emblematic of Eros’s excellence.
I will rupture my rational reason For the regret of rising to His region When He wraps around me reverently, Romanticising His errors, but respectably.
I will shiver through my secondary skins At the sound of His sonantal strings That speak with such simplicity, To sing a song of symphony.