To indulge with the weaker vessel one’s utmost pleasure
A delight upon escavation to behold hidden treasures
Her breasts so succulent as a peach from its tip
Void of slumber thus experiencing Midnight’s bliss
Her genitalia a gift of which I duly accept
With lips as strawberries
So sweet and seductive
Upon beauty so surreal provideth light within a dungeon
A thunderous flare evoked a merciless wisp
For those whom with nature to embrace regarded reluctant
I spit with rancor upon my enemies
As toward the guitar evoked a synergy
To perfection carved as I caress each string
Thus uttered the tremolo of amour from deep within
Her womanhood sore from passion fulfilled
As the Messiah upon raging waters
Be still.