I wrote this poem in the tradition of the Song of Solomon. Some may deem this offensive but I consider this no more offensive then the Canterbury Tales.
Embracing the depths of my fancy
A delight hath come about
Solemn humanity in my grasp
A wondrous warmth overcoming my sense
Pressing my complexion into her
Natural fluids intermingle in a crevice
Sounds of comfort command my attention
My nerves break into submission
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My temple giveth sanctuary upon him
Oh wondrous might of my creation
My womb hath given pleasure
Twas my bosom that give nourishment
Suppleness embodies my spirit
His comprehension magnified to the heavens
Our spirits conjoin in transcendence
We fuse into one essence
Together as one
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