padma-madma I do God-biting 蓮狂 ; 神咬みする

though one can be satisfied with rustic garlic-spiced stir-fried pork and vegetable dish
along with eastern Kykeon--tea, peasant's fermented brown barley drink
I do behold with luscious saliva drooping, God in her beautiful prism'd variform, young limbs self-entangled all tenderly extending towards the edge-space
of the rotund all-stretching earth-pond, murky and pernicious, self-pondering, yet guiltlessly guileless.
all her goodly goodness and honest truth
yet towards her pink-tipped plump petal-arms and slender petal-legs reclining upon a big green Indian leaf-crib, like joyful and wise dew-drops I sometimes glossily glimmeringly hop
thus descending, have her body-form in four directions pinioned and held to the luxuriantly green sleep-seat full of dream-potency
with thrusting and pulling spearhead in rapturised ravage
ravenously prickingly bereave her off her own passion-food upon her pale frigid-meat,
Ah, the shamefast and humbling co-mingling, trans-sensuous and trans-sensual acme'd metamorphosis
her melting truth-orb in her sleep-blinded sockets do make float and roll,
cut away too and chew through her black seaweeded hair,
with the water-vapour woven web of light connecting spotted varicoloured shiny shingles on the petal-truss as her aetherial crown
and her all-beating swamp-fire forge'd grey-mite'd halo-nimbus vainglorious, undefinably glossy and fine, ineffable and immutable nightsmithing red heart all-divine is especially a treat
for a most carnal, coarse and base all-mortal eternal-benighted black raven of universe-sundering-war
isn't the taste of timelessly worshipped-idol's eternal-twilight's
smashed and desecrated honest to fault goodness and dissected and disembalmed mortally changeless truth
surely wondrous, a taste with thy time-sundering snake-tongue to remember by?