Show me where your affection hides.
Enormously i'll jeopardize the tides.
My quest will never contest,
with the rest expressing fatigue over low conquest.

Your love will i hunt till eternity on your inner stony hear.
I'll never flee in ember,
even at desperation on your entwined and concrete affection.
Your beauty lays no embargo on retreat.
With a mouthful of agility.
I'll solve the perplexity of gaining your ungiven love.

A glimpse at your artistic figure turns me on like a child after a lullaby.
Making optionalize other serene lass,
in their tranquil sensuality.
For your allurement i could traverse the sun,moon and stars.

Beauticians don't have a say.
On your fair-skinned complextion,
neither on the cleveage of your tit.
At cross-roads of your legs.
I appreciate,depreciate and hallucinate.
Silkness of lotion dont have a say on its driving force.

Allow me to unravel your mystesy,
or the end would become.
The democracy of the locust.
The anarchy of the magots.
The monarchy of dusts