Poetry

1. LOVED BY HER LOVE
My proudest desire; was to be relentlessly desired by her mystically voluptuous eyes;
whether they stared lamely into exotic space; or whether they shut themselves into a
boundlessly celestial reverie,
My proudest possession; was to be intransigently possessed by her seductively
enamoring arms; the compassionate whirlpools of fragrant moisture; that
tumultuously encapsulated the inside of her palms,
My proudest fantasy; was to be insatiably fantasized by her intriguingly spell binding
brain; become an integral part of her every sensuously titillating dream,
My proudest philosophy; was to be ardently philosophized by her philanthropically
benign countenance; as she disseminated every element of goodness in my
impoverished soul; to the most fathomless corners of this enchanting earth,
My proudest voice; was to be indefatigably voiced by her melodiously blissful throat;
become the poignant rudiments of every sound; that emanated from her rubicund
tongue,
My proudest certificate; was to be irrefutably certified by her impeccably majestic
grace; as she not only made me feel the opulently blessed organism alive; but
marvelously vanquished even the most inadvertently committed sins; of my past life,
My proudest symbol; was to be unequivocally symbolized by her piquantly perpetual
senses; as she tirelessly traced every disastrously trembling contour of my body; till
infinite kilometers beyond the land of; bountifully everlasting paradise,
My proudest charm; was to be miraculously charmed by her Omnipotent presence;
blend every element of my staggeringly debilitated persona; with her magnetically
sacrosanct; religion of humanity,
My proudest aspiration; was to be irrevocably aspired by her seductively dancing
footsteps; become every silken path on which she tread her; fabulously fervent
grace,
My proudest poetry; was to be unrelentingly poeticized by her ecstatically gushing
tears of unprecedented happiness; become every landscape of fantastically
flowering beauty; which she magnificently sketched on the; gloriously barren canvas,
My proudest obsession; was to be overwhelmingly obsessed by every droplet of
Omnisciently crimson blood that traversed like thunderbolts of white lightening

2. through her veins; become everything that she caressed in the tenure of her; blissfully
endowed lifetime,
My proudest purification; was to be sagaciously purified by her patriotically marching
stride; as she conquered even the most diminutive speck of evil in the atmosphere;
with the unfathomable river of empathy; in her mesmerizing conscience,
My proudest feeling; was to be incessantly felt by her harmoniously godly fingers;
escalate to the most eternal clouds of steaming romance; as she magically spun the
web of her untamed yearning; around every famished pore of my dreary silhouette,
My proudest perception; was to be timelessly perceived by the unsurpassable flames
of belonging in her redolent chest; gyrate as the only angel of her life; in the
immaculate whites of her eyes,
My proudest teaching; was to be prudently taught by her magnanimously righteous
grace; become every ubiquitously priceless principle of mankind; that she diffused like
a Goddess; to the remotest corner of this colossal planet,
My proudest light; was to be magnetically lighted by the lamp of her perennially
augmenting ebullience; as she uncontrollably fulminated into cloudbursts of
sheer euphoria; at the tiniest of my caress,
My proudest reflection; was to be emphatically reflected in every glimmer that
marvelously radiated from her flamboyantly bedazzling sweat; become every
line of destiny wonderfully besieging her Omnipresent hands,
My proudest breath; was to be impregnably breathed by her ardently blazing nostrils;
become every iota of ravishing air which she inhaled; into the realms of her
innocuously heaving chest,
My proudest love; was to be immortally loved by her unassailably charismatic heart;
perpetually live and die; with its handsomely palpitating beats; alike .