2me it does not unfold as oddity that Your soul & body be & become a Mount of Joy without an ounce of ploy when I survey its salacious identity, its curvaceous, vivacious vicinity 4what will, hopefully, be a capacious infinity.
Using a coupling covering of the roots-‘n’-us as a charmed enclosure I earn Beauty’s trust. We form a warm Umoja knowing that sowing any other result or thought would be ludicrous.
So I pour seed n2 Your need that feeds an umbilical cord & like our Biblical Lord we give life 2love (that’s willing 2sacrifice its blood 2 make equal all of our people from the common & the Brahmin.) Thus, tho only on Your Mount of Joy a divine once, in 9 months our freed seeds announce a boy!
Sinking n2 Your harkening ardor requires no thinking. While drinking Your sparkling water I desire no sprinkling of any other moistness. 4nU I have the choicest. & when our alloyed voices merge & the overjoyed noises surge we reach an IMAXX climax pampered by an organic, panoramic pleasure ‘prysm’ ~~the sweetest envisioned of love’s deepest incision.
You favor the metaphysics of ‘feel-o-logy’ I prefer the Rosetta specifics of ‘thrill-o-cracy’ Languages-layered cravings carved on2 an accessed surface 4the expressed purpose ~intentional~~ of being possessed – just as I am determined 2give the rest of my sensual sermons atop Your Mount of Joy…