I will liberate my longing lips
when leering at His lusty limbs
that labour with a lucid liveliness,
limning His lineaments of loveliness.

I will optimise my owed orientation
with His overwhelming osculation,
which obtains an outstanding outbreak
of all amidst obedience and outrage.

I will vanish within my vanilla vesture
at the view of His voluntary venture
where He violates a variety of vicinity,
vaunting of His veracious divinity.

I will elevate my encroaching entity
for the exhibition of His effigy,
that is enhanced with an exquisite elegance,
emblematic of Eros’ excellence.

I will rupture my rational reason
for the regret of rising to His region
when He wraps around me reverently,
romanticising His errors, but respectably.

I will shiver through my secondary skins
at the sound of His sonantal strings,
speaking with such simplicity
to sing a song of symphony.