When the conscious is shaken by sexual tremor

And the Inner Eye projects an imagery that glimmers ; 

Aphrodite wheels around drops of juicy lust - 

Lo ! Therein - dries up an ocean of acted thought. 

Bracing herself in the gulf of slender tender surrender   (mirror mirror)  

Ambushing with 'er eyes dipolar gut snout : 

Nodding inwards yet wheezing out, with broken breaths , 

With those rose petals for lips , water melon for hips 

Papaya's for breast and lotus for her genitals  - 

Whence the essence dipped austere snob 

Masking grace turns a habit - 

Therein inception of diminishing rogue, chastising beauty uncharted 

Too late it is when realizations dawns leaving a sobbing lass

Perhaps it is, the age that drooled out the crack. 

Remembering those granules of finely measured sand 

Of summers and monsoons before - 

Freezing the land.  Embracing thy's own in the endless dusk ; 

Until man arose another dawn of hope - 

As neither is complete nor can die ; 

without this love. Awakens, aye!!