My supermarket mistress

she like a pulsating satiation vibrating in space faster and faster orbiting my lustrous need
ahhh sweet necter in her eyes i rise higher and higher one glance tells a thousand truths she wants me and i am her point of wonder
her blonde streaming her 
her dripping flowing curves enveloping my being dancing clapping before me into me into me she moans in transient whispers as her head perspires and she wishes i had not been born
alas i move on and separation brings frustration ahh what might have been i walk onward home but she impressed upon my soul i moulded by her i lying somewhere with her tangled by her limbs she lives she lives ohh she lives in me my supermarket mistress