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COMMIT THIS SIN. AGAIN AND AGAIN AND AGAIN.

O! Yes. Entirely and Unstoppably passionate was I . After the


inscrutably teasing tresses in your ravishing hair; which
inevitably compelled my fingers to come near; caress and
timelessly disentangle,
O! Yes. Entirely and Fervently passionate was I. After your
lusciously inviting lips; which rekindled the fire to live in my
scraggily impoverished veins; even as I was buried a countless
feet under heartless snow,
O! Yes. Entirely and Unsurpassably passionate was I. After your
articulately heavenly fingers; which spawned an undefeated
gorge of artistry in the complexion of my otherwise robotically
bedraggled life,
O! Yes. Entirely and limitlessly passionate was I. After the
insuperable compassion that enshrouded every ingredient of
your blood; for every fraternity and dimension of pricelessly
inimitable humanity,
O! Yes. Entirely and Unconquerably passionate was I. After your
voluptuously enamoring hips; that made even the tiniest element
of my persona ecstatically sway; under the impeccably tenacious
moonlight,
O! Yes. Entirely and Tirelessly passionate was I. After each
footprint that you embossed on pristinely moistened soil; which
carved the most victoriously infallible trail for me to follow in my
penurious life,
O! Yes. Entirely and Inexhaustibly passionate was I. After your
tantalizingly gyrating belly; which drew me out of my deathly
corpse; and into the untamed wilderness to once again sniff
freshly exuberant life,
O! Yes. Entirely and Irrevocably passionate was I. After your
mellifluously tinkling laughter; which made me feel like a prince
effortlessly floating in the amiable clouds; for a countless more
births of mine,

O! Yes. Entirely and Insanely passionate was I. After each


droplet of silver sweat that dribbled from your arms; in the
transparent mirror of which I could relentlessly stare into the
candid intricacies of my life,
O! Yes. Entirely and Unrelentingly passionate was I. After each
sensuous whisper that emanated from your throat; which quelled
even the most truculently unbearable of my misery; into the
magical heartbeat of existence,
O! Yes. Entirely and Unceasingly passionate was I. After the
invincible warmth of your magnetic bosom; in which I found
divinely solace; amidst the most tumultuously hideous
apocalypses and storms,
O! Yes. Entirely and Endlessly passionate was I. After each
uncanny goose-bump on your reverberating skin; which
triggered the most unassailable infernos of fertility; in all my
brain; body and soul,
O! Yes. Entirely and Unimaginably passionate was I. After your
bountifully Omnipotent palms; in each fold and line of which;
was written and rewritten every aspect of my destiny; yet to
royally unfurl,
O! Yes. Entirely and Bizarrely passionate was I. After your
mysteriously intrepid shadow; that fomented me to fantasize
beyond the realms of extraordinary utopia; in its shades of
insatiably evoking lust,
O! Yes. Entirely and Unfathomably passionate was I. After every
pinch of soil that you caressed; applying the same consecrated
ash now on each of my wounds; to grant them eternal liberation
and rest,
O! Yes. Entirely and Undyingly passionate was I. After your
rustically enchanting simplicity; which forever led me in search
of nothing else; but the absolute truth nestling in each
ingredient of the planet divine,
O! Yes. Entirely and Imperceptibly passionate was I. After your
honey laden nape; which made me feel the wealthiest man alive;

as I gently nibbled through its nimble catacombs of profound


womanhood,
O! Yes. Entirely and Unreasonably passionate was I. After your
fierily ebullient breath; which never ever let me quit my life;
forever enveloping it with rhapsodic desire; blessing it with the
invincible essence to survive amongst a pack of wolves,
O! Yes. Entirely and Unshakably passionate was I. After every
beat that leapt uninhibitedly from your immortal heart; which
taught me that there was nothing else but love; in the starting
and ending alphabet of life,
And now if the worthless world outside says; that falling into
passion was committing a dreadfully unpardonable and
inconsolable sin; then I for one was ready to commit this sin;
again and again and again and again .

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