I would imagine it to be somewhat of a lie ² red hot pokers encircle
the shade that bears strange fruit; ³sandaled feet surmounting titties
of the highest peak ⁴as I lay you down to Jezebel your soul did speak
⁵beguiled again, by my wisdom and shaft only to be brought up as a
joke ⁶sapphires evade your eyes; you journey back to ebony towers
⁷resplendent fawn slain in the sun because to be queen is to be slave
to everyone ⁸and yes, in the sinews of Erta Ale; if I hack away just
enough I will find the tip ⁹of thorns that stimulated the clitoris ¹⁰fine
as brass and smooth as shale; the deepest¹¹noirities as far as Gishen
could see with hips milted away in blended curves ¹²and back dimples
cratered to set the finest brand of tea cups on, ¹³ launched circa forever
¹⁴ago you always knew the sinuous secrets that would belay my mind
¹⁵just enough to persuade me to ¹⁶not eat the apple ¹⁷dethrone
Bael ¹⁸spare thee Baptist ¹⁹so how did they go from that to bitch