the glories of her
struck me, made me aria,
singing her body,
my loins were, and were
the scene of stupendous achievement.
stupor. knees, needing to pray.
all knobs and softness of-
my goddess!-
the ducking and trouble
it swarmed in me
all at once....always
i am excited:
the original crime:
lusting for succulent fruit.
besides a sense of beauty-
my goddess!-
and a yearning for dewy paradise,
what could be more odd?
discontent with teeming minutes,
till He leaves the garden of eden.
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