Love woman

Trite passions pulverized
Deadly morass of emphatic admiration
Cornering gently satin sheets suffering our boils
Menace that our lovemaking ceases to end or find limit
Menace that is now beyond the sheets and time
Callous that so many others will bare the fruits of our lovings
Giantess in the cauldron of my being
Spike and rush to me your temblors
Spring from your abscesses
Be my firmament your dangling cadavers
Dangling as a trillion Mistletoes
My fingers in your eyes
My perfume your innards
My sacrament your tongue
Wooing Wooing
Our mad lady love

RC