Perhaps, this is crude...
Taboo, even.
Sinful.
But this Sin,
This beautiful Sin.
This euphoric,
Comforting,
Elating Sin...
This lovingly overbearing,
Overwhelming euphoric,
Soulfully satisfying
Sin that is you...
Is Heavenly.
You arouse my soul
With the folds of your mind
And you caress the inner layer of my heart
With the frequency vibrating through the words that you say.
For what you say
Is what your thoughts say
And what you say speaks verity
And your verity
Sends an infinite number of beams
To the innermost secret,
Most crude,
Most sensual parts of me...
The most impurified,
The most unrefined,
The most primitive
Parts of me:
My soul,
My thoughts,
My mind.
