The Literati of Literature

The literati of literature, the miraculous birth of a spiritual messenger, written in whale’s blood, united with the oil of a mink’s fur, inhaling Osiris thoughts seeing life in the womb before it was born premature exhaling its cure, watching this Earth mature, while thy soul -n- Satan lied on a gorgeous illuminous fervid shore, with red diamonds -n- rubies covering our spiritual sores, then our skin grew, then came the hair out our pores, rereading what was written before blinded by our creator’s laws, then right before thy flamed filled eyes, he created this beautiful flamboyant décor, for me 2 adore make love 2 raw -n- explore, through pain I’ve learned 2 love her, 4 I was born by myself, so I only knew how 2 love  myself, before I learned 2 love her, a vivid tense passion written in a suspenseful fashion, picture love flashing, gasping-n-grasping for more love , 4 thy creator gave us this emotion after I asked him, so 4 her 2 love me in return is all I’m asking 4, I wrote what was written about our lives in a miraculous suspenseful fashion, 4 our heart beats secrets romance, so we watched Osiris dance 2 the rhythm of our souls mating, it was written, I’m in love with you, what a gorgeous statement, for thy soul stated this statement, Congratulations, smelling the fresh breath of our love, yawning for its awaken.

I suck the meat of her vagina

Then I penetrate her inner lining

Going deep until I find her, piercing

Her soul just 2 remind her I love her

I really do, it was written 4 me 2