Ines
This world is merely sensation alone.
Your green eyes erase the value of my body.
Deep within sentiment I find you naked and astute
keen to all the horrors I plan to subject you to.
This may well be my last invitation of sacrifice.
Empty yourself into me all those years of shame and pain all of which sexually excites me.
Enfeebled by reflection I have begun to celebrate you!
(My lust materializes within the crudity of your body.)
As I bow beneath your hermaphroditic body and I begin to desecrate you in a verbose articulation of my love's holy adulation.
Now lost in the exhilaration of our sexual transfiguration.
This moment is merely obsession alone.
Your green eyes enervate the essence of my being.
Deep within fascination I find you naked and amused
impervious to all the humiliation I bestow upon you.
This may well be my last invitation to solitude.
Your Spanish incantations further this moments incomprehension which, of course,
sexually excites me.
Emasculated by your castration now it is I who must sodomize.
However quick to bow beneath your new singular female gender the one of which I choose for you, (I am witness to your youth.) in a maternal articulation of my love's holy adulation.
Now lost in the exhilaration of our sexual transfiguration.
But this moment means more to me than anything hitherto.
This moment means love heretofore and you are beautiful.
Our embrace is an exodus far from the nature of truth.
Our identities amalgamate, the asperity of our bodies becomes subsumed in this river of flesh.
We are beautiful.
We are beautiful
Yes, you are beautiful.
