...And She Blossomed - Withering Surface

The lighting tears of she who arose

From the glow of the sunset

An auricular confession

Where her colossal lust is forged

Into a blazingspark

A spark which soon sets

Free her ardent genitals

As soft as velvet

As sweet as honey

As beautyful as the virginal scent of her

Her scarlet abdornen

Finer than silk

A vestige of heaven

Her ardent genitals invite me in

On the confessional

Thenectar of our orgasm

Runs down her tights

Covering the face of Christ — Jesus Christ