Virgin's dew reminds me of you <br />bathing in bond of lover's hue. <br /> <br />Virgin's dew, Le juste milieu: <br />when we're <br />'Here', <br />en France; <br />solving the green, red and gold. <br /> <br />Virgin's dew chains me to you; <br />'mordial mortal matrix, <br />duplicitous double helix: <br />alchemic sol et lune. <br /> <br />Virgin's dew tries me too... <br />how I put up with your husband and <br />all of his pitifully-insignificant whinings of <br />something which mercifully escapes me right now. <br /> <br />But virgin's dew endears me to virtue; <br />that giggling little girl I woke up with, <br />frolicking unashamed <br />in the mouth of our naked morning star. <br /> <br />Virgin's dew, my babe of the Babylon blue. <br />So 'deuscing and delicate, inspirate you: <br />Slut and my Savior; <br />'suaging, sagely screw. <br /> <br />Virgin's dew smells like you <br />sweating magic tears of pheromone <br />in the light of God's very own breath. <br /> <br />And virgin's dew fuels fantasies of you <br />when I'm all by my lonesome, <br />in sublimest, finest fucking form I <br />cannot help but possibly think of you. <br /> <br />Virgin's dew, my tailored taste of taboo: <br />kissing Rose Crosses with a feather of silk <br />on this begging body when I'm all tied-up. <br /> <br />Yes, virgin's dew still reminds me of you <br />when I'm not quite finished here yet; <br />savoring enigmatic, idiosyncratic, <br />mmm... samadhic you. <br /> <br />Virgin's dew, my confessor
