Why Did I Love To Perpetually Love.

Why did I love eating exotically succulent fruit? Well it was solely because of the most gluttonously impoverished existence; of my pathetically tormented stomach.

Why did I love to profoundly empathize with every fraternity of despairing living kind? Well it was solely because of the most devastatingly parched existence; of my callously dried eyeballs.

Why did I love to intransigently fantasize? Well it was solely because of the most deplorably famished existence; of my robotically truculent brain.

Why did I love to interminably adventure? Well it was solely because of the most penuriously irascible existence; of my restlessly wailing knees.

Why did I love to perseveringly perspire? Well it was solely because of the most haplessly disoriented existence; of my emotionlessly fretful armpits.

Why did I love to mellifluously sing? Well it was solely because of the most preposterously tyrannized existence; of my uncontrollably quavering throat.

Why did I love to timelessly sip upon mesmerizing streams of water? Well it was solely because of themost hedonistically despondent existence; of my unsurpassably parched tongue.

Why did I love to unendingly tantalize every of my goose-bump? Well it was solely because of the most fanatically delirious existence; of my venomously victimized skin.
Why did I love to invincibly sleep? Well it was solely because of the most parsimoniously subjugated existence; of my brutally pulverized and defeated
nerves.

Why did I love to tirelessly procreate? Well it was solely because of the most unbelievably petulant existence; of my unstoppably overflowing virility.

Why did I love to victoriously dance? Well it was solely because of the most unceasingly agonized existence; of my pertinently imploring and restless legs.

Why did I love to hoist orphaned urchins to their destinations of compassionate comfort? Well it was solely because of the most inexorably beseeching existence; of my boisterously brimming shoulders.

Why did I love to unrelentingly roll in fields of rain soaked grass? Well it was solely because of the most unfathomably ignited existence; of my uxoriously lambasted thighs.

Why did I love to hear the most panoramically enigmatic sounds of mother nature? Well it was solely because of the most remorsefully bemoaning existence; of my treacherously starved ears.

Why did I love to indefatigably flirt in the aisles of pristine mischief? Well it was solely because of the most bizarrely reverberating existence; of my enthrallingly mystical eyebrows.

Why did I love to majestically sketch? Well it was solely because of the most unabashedly slithering existence; of my relentlessly teasing and impetuously
resonating fingers.

Why did I love to endlessly discover till even beyond the realms of infinity? Well it was solely because of the most wretchedly incarcerated existence; of my
forlornly divested and monotonous soul.

Why did I love to insatiably breathe? Well it was solely because of the most hopelessly asphyxiated existence; of my disastrously shriveled and crinkled
lungs.

And why did I love to perpetually and impregnably love? Well it was solely because of the most unflinchingly ardent existence; of every part; pore and beat of your divinely sensuous body; O! Omnipotent beloved.

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