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WHILE I WORSHIP

The eyes of my heart beat
Seek on no other beauty to feast
I swim in the spa of your innocence
To cure the venereal cause of this virus.

I browse the labyrinths of your personality
And find vaults of pleasures I can't resist
The eloquence of your enigmatic silence
Soothes the demons of my magnetic indulgence

Down at the feet of your sweet pity
I chance it fit my application to submit
To quench my thirst on your vocal symphony
To give fresh to the skeleton of my acrimony

In the prose of life I see you as a sonnet
A rose in the deserts of the middle east
A door in the room of my strong passion
A pillow in the gloom of my long affliction

In the ambiance of your lasting fragrance
I suckle on the nipples of your elegance
That beam light on the shadow of my death
That plucks at the naked strings of my breath

In the audience of the repertoire of your parlour
I stand in ovation to your body’s a cappella
A reflection on the wall of pure perfection
A window on the moon of sweet satisfaction

In the laps of your adorned voluptuous gifts
I am soaked wet in the addictive intoxicants
Of your virgin promised peaceful universe
Where in calms the storm of my loneliness.

In the concert of your healing rendition
The curtains of my malady open for your medicine
And cuddled in the halo of your divine grace
I vie for a fortune and future in your palace
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