Had quenched the vicissitudes of weeping morn
Hunting for golden roses from the benignity of golden valley
Proud saddle bow that steeds will from me this querulous sifts
Alarm not for the cloyed lips that agonised against fallen earth
Had not seared his golden stars from the serpent hisses
with mirage of unrepentant luring kisses
Reddish pale brown seizeth his sweating palms
To steed the hung elbows over agonizing hips
Trembling feet calls it meeds to lend the lutarious course repugnant
Frosty shameful desire reddish cloyed coals
Pouted full disdain for the leadened sprite
whose sunken horizon at the quitter's Pall
Blushed for the stuffed syringe of studded bridle
Backward nimbles for forward nibbles and gallivant with carols forfeited the golden valleys for the golden hills
maiden tears draining tremulous earth over windy sighs and burning cheeks
Bashful shame blows his greenfield dry
Repugnant eagles with broken feathers and broken limbs endentulate and edgeless toothless dragon ball gazers and Ill omened the most bestial landscape
Heavenly moisture barely deny in renegade steam
Dancing over fermented louses and fallen dews of distilling showers
Immortal moist hands of these broken tears
In contending palm pulverizes soft blossom.
Shuddering lance frigid over unshackled wanton
To jest and tease the immaculate expedition from its unfairest plows
Servile coy disdain thrust the cannonballs from sordid eyebrows
winky love keep his revels overboard
where seductive lips tamed the tender spring
Now she blab to fester him dreary mean
Rheumatic fair flowers for thick sited barren trees
Wrinkled eyes though grey and brash still twinkles over wrinkled feet
Drudgery footing seen but not with fancy dancing sands
Sinking fire pitted for wholesome relief
Force less powers exhumed over primrose bank
Thou shouldest woo thyself with heavy metals and
Narcissus dainties like herbs to taste the Earth's genetic increase.
Insolent sprights indolent palms cast aspersion over unfair sight.
A crescent shadow of the descending sun
Shall we quarantine the immortal earthly and heavenly sun so that good go come?
Sallowed seashells too feedeth on the heavenly moisture
Red cheeks had choked the pleading tongue
To provoke a menial pause of the swelling passion
Internment break will not break down the golden cheeks of the pleading tongues
Fountains of grazen lips with rising hillocks
Demystified with the golden raspberry bound for golden hills
Do not open your eyes and north country.
Twinning arms doth earlier rebuke the sanctity of the fallen earth.
Impetuous child of the rising sun
Oh impetuous child extinct the ash heaps
Over the dudgeon of a cumudgeon
Prettily she mazes as handsomely he teases
Still they dreary out of drudgeries fathom ass in twinkling melange of golden stars
Daunted to fret the earth's increase over
glorious sun eclipsed by heaven's dew
And we're they immaculate in the critical matters of the heart what persuades over grand canyon do they have to drown their immodest lust
O had the lucre not borne by immature lust
As frenetic pawn of unfair roses taken from muds
Fiery eyes set ablaze rosy cheeks to grimace fastidious feet of pleading tongue
If graze those lips right ascend over golden hills not far away
Where pleasant fountains doth lie and conspicuous stars alight from the archipelago of hazy storms.
Not the enchantment of these enchanting pits over sundry aspersion cast of lovely caves
Bade Cheerio beyond the byzantine of smoky clouds
Hollow paths across boisterous creases
revel broken navels beyond despair of enveloped miasma
To sewer hurlyburly ere being dust and those leaps are not neighs but boundless
Mollycoddles smothered beneath mugwump where maids in namby-pamby, tenderfoots enshrouded at dizzying heights
Rubes,hayseeds,colts,tyros,ingenues and virgins
Across the rocky cliffs not the crevices of crevasses but crevasses beyond crevices conspicuously stamped on irresistible glacier
As if irresistible, oleaginous stapples of affable apparels plunged twain at love pother into full blown deranged distraction.
Not with boondoggle to lollygagging the tempest storm of the guileful
Not the play of fancy ,mind's eyes, flight of fancy,fumes of fancy,falcon de parler
Huntsmen not bilking on horseback
Beyond merely being venatorial falcon de parler.
Then she fell prostrate to his humble hood
fallen adrift between cracks hook line and sinker
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