Curvy terrains lit like the rose
Beaten with flattery; the long awaited florist
Eros powder inhaled by sacred sheets mingled with coagulated ribs; once missing
Wet groins collide passionately
perspiration admires this epic clash
This godly urge and
watery lust withers soon
A duplicate divinely forged
Awaiting the painfully sweet reunion
witnessed by the torn vagina.
For a million maidens
it's but a bards tale
told per generation
by their creative thighs.
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