Put me through your trial
And valit I'll come through
You close your eyes so tranquil
As you gasp the Autumn dew
Imagine me at height in the spot
Where you lay your dress
I'll paint you in my water
With suds upon your chest
Thrash with me over the pit
Of angst riddled peers
While singing a masterpiece
Made only for ours and Angels' ears
Voluptuous inclinations are:
Valued higher than lustful fun
For this you are my inner treasure
You are my Zealous one
The romantic equivalent to perfect
You are but one word: Poetic
With me as your "LOVE DOGGIE"
I'll tongue bathe you my "FLESH BLANKET"