I wonder does she know...
how so... easily
with a word... or... just with... the lack thereof... that
she... and only she has the
ability perpetually to... raise me... nigh up to
the 7 heavens of her throne.
I wonder does she know...
she it is... that crowns me... with the be... of me...
in the being of me... thus so...
I... wonder does she know... it is she.. who thus
doth... send me... to the... highest of the heights of... yes...fo' sho'... fo' sho'
I wonder does she know... does she know
that it is she... that hath made me?
that it is... she that can effectively... take me
remake a man... like me...
the likeness of a god... the growling... of a beast... and lay these... 3 down... so low beneath.
shape me like...
the surface... a word... the heart of me
but a sculpture... to dutifully serve
the beauty... of her purpose?
yea! in the Great Work... she need not
really do anything... for me...
but to raze... the above of ground... of me... she
cum lately to
resurrect... a latency in me... and with the
lushest... thrust of tongue... that with which she...
touches me with... is her love... and I so...
sinfully touched... that I cum... bust.
I the muster of her name
when she thus ignites me... and I so... righteously... and so violently... do so happily... run to die.
with the slightest lie... in me
no more asleep to what is... that is her her lust.
I wonder does she know... that she could
and she must... very well... turn around... then leave me... yet I'd still be... in the... follow... of her flow... and I would be thus suspended in a
state of this... fall of... no matter into animation
my lover the... mother of my id... my
fallen ego and rise of anti-hero
my... super-hero.
I in the natural fact of ALL... of that... and...
ALL... of this... she shows.
I wonder does she know... does she know...
how it is... that she... ever had
and ever hath not never had
this exclusive power... to move me... she
like a gentle mistress that reproves me... with her
sweet kisses planted deep
and she calls... me her master
and she... calls... herself... my sub
and yet it is she... that is but the every degree
of these... unspoken urges
the of hub of my... wheel... the
epicenter of her... that hold that... I know... rules me...
she... schools me... in the
when ever in the ...
where ever then... of this
what ever of that... which... ever it is... I
need so much...
and it is the... bleed
that I have penned then
when next she bids me... and but... for that... love I'd live... forever...
to be... to do... or go.
and I... ALL ways will follow
even when I... think I... lead a thing... she's so... wondrous as my speech... before
my writes do reach... my ears and eyes
so ponderous as the
light... of darkest silence... ALL aglow
I... wonder does she know... that I AM King
because she the Queen... hath told me so?
I wonder at the math of this...
I... wonder does she know?
I... wonder does she know?
I... wonder does she know?

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