Azure

Your azure oculi
scintillating with limpidness,
gazing longingly with longing
at my brobdingnagian, throbbing, turgid member,
standing rectilinear
like a private (first class)
on the parade ground
of your sanguine heart.

Your pre-moistened cunt
reeks of awesomeness
inveigling me
like pomegranite pie
baked with mother's amatory recipe
cooling on the sill
of the cum-stained glass thermopane
of your cathedral auricle.

And your corpulent ass
comoves me
like a nunatak does a Sherpa
to escalate its heights
to heights of passion
and intercalate my piton
deep into the crevasse
of the odiferous grotto
of your gluteus ventricle.

Defenestrate me, mi amorata,
through thine soul's windows;
your azure, azure eyes.