You die; I die - Love Poems - Part 3 Read online

  With the incomparably tantalizing reverberations of voluptuous lightening wholesomely dictating each of my cloistered senses; and the immeasurable exultation of dusk as my sole and most effervescent savior,

  With the unprejudiced heavenly mists of sparkling innocence wholesomely dictating each of my vespered senses; and the indefatigably altruistic harbingers of

  humanity as my sole and most ebullient saviors,

  With the unflinchingly perennial bellow of Omniscient breath wholesomely dictating each of my obfuscated senses; and the cloudbursts of unceasingly brilliant life as my sole and most unbiased savior,

  With the incessantly trumpeting beats of the immortal heart wholesomely dictating each of my dawdling senses; and the bounteously spell binding elixir of

  infallibly true love as my sole and most liberated savior,

  Was how I exactly wanted our very first kiss to passionately happen O! blessedly nubile beloved; of course and wholesomely all by the grace of the Omnpresently eternal Almighty Lord. 

   

  16. OUR LOVE STORY WAS BEING PERPETUALLY WRITTEN 

   

  The celestially emollient perspiration might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! spell binding beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our timelessly impeccable perseverance; was being perpetually written by the unassailably Omnipotent  Lord Almighty,

  The lusciously seductive lips might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! magnetic beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our tirelessly insatiable passion; was being perpetually written by the insuperably Omnipresent   Lord Almighty,

  The innocuously untainted eyes might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! beautiful  beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our bountifully burgeoning empathy; was being perpetually written by the royally unshakable  Lord Almighty,

  The mischievously flirtatious eyelashes might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! virile beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our uninhibitedly rhapsodic flirtation; was being perpetually written by the infallibly brilliant  Lord Almighty,

  The inscrutably silken palms might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! pristine beloved ; but fortunatelyfor us; the story of our majestically unfettered destiny; was being perpetually written by the indomitably Omniscient  Lord Almighty,

  The poignantly crimson blood might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! heavenly beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our unconquerably humanitarian

  relationship; was being perpetually written by the victoriously mesmerizing   Lord Almighty,

  The fearlessly unflinching bones might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! everlasting beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our peerlessly faithful strength;

  was being perpetually written by the unendingly fructifying  Lord Almighty,

  The artistically nubile whispers might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! enchanting beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our mellifluously impregnable romance; was being perpetually written by the undefeated spectacular Lord Almighty,

  The unbelievably ecstatic goose-bumps might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! redolent beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our unrelentingly amazing excitement; was being perpetually written by the benevolently undaunted Lord Almighty,

  The blissfully intriguing virility might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! eternal beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our euphorically innocent children; was being perpetually written by the unchallangably priceless Lord Almighty,

  The effusively restless feet might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! sacrosanct beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our enigmatically blessed

  adventure; was being perpetually written by the triumphantly unfettered Lord Almighty,

  The ravishingly fluttering hair might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! poignant beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our bewitchingly unparalleled

  sensuality; was being perpetually written by the ubiquitously egalitarian Lord Almighty,

  The tenderly nectar-laden fingers might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! undying beloved; but fortunately forus; the story of our incomparably utopian artistry;

  was being perpetually written by the invincibly ever-pervading Lord Almighty,

  The seductively rain-soaked napes might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! effulgent beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our divinely rekindling electricity; was being perpetually written by the interminably benign Lord Almighty,

  The congruously exuberant whistles might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! regale beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our unlimitedly boundless happiness; was being perpetually written by the magnanimously Herculean Lord Almighty,

  The stupendously panoramic brains might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! adorable beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our insuperably unceasing

  fantasies; was being perpetually written by the ardently venerated Lord Almighty,

  The fascinatingly reverberating spines might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! resplendent beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our endlessly enthralling titillation; was being perpetually written by the unconquerably truthful Lord Almighty,

  The fiery passionate breaths might be undoubtedly yours and mine O! inimitable beloved; but fortunately for us; the story of our iridescently spell-binding

  life; was being perpetually written by the perennially ameliorating Lord Almighty,

  And the fathomlessly compassionate hearts be undoubtedly yours and mine O! tantalizing beloved; butfortunately for us; the story of our immortally fragrant love; was being perpetually written by the marvelously all-powerful Lord Almighty.

  17. BACK IN BUSINESS. 

  As soon as the rain came tumbling tempestuously from crimson sky; the acrimoniously scorching desert sands were blissfully back in business,

  As soon as tendrils of scrumptiously green grass came upon the treacherously barren slopes; the miserably divested cow was radiantly back in business,

  As soon as the spellbindingly boisterous bee came to uninhibitedly philander in the disparagingly lambasted garden; the derogatorily squandered rose was ingratiatingly back in business,

  As soon as invincible blankets of iron came to majestically blend with conspicuously frigid mud; the pathetically emaciated iron was astoundingly back in business,

  As soon as rhapsodic undulations of sea water came to monotonously nondescript land; the flagrantly slavering fish were celestially back in business,

  As soon as untamed whirlpools of ebulliently ravishing breeze came to the lugubriously still atmosphere; the egregiously devastated birds were bountifully back in business,

  As soon as exuberantly iridescent rainbows came to the fathomlessly lackadaisical skies; the disastrously dwindling peacocks were euphorically back in business,

  As soon as mystically luminescent nightfall came to the torturously bereaved forests; the disdainfully silent snakes were triumphantly back in business,

  As soon as fireballs of unlimited compassion came to the fabric of manipulatively estranged planet; the derogatorily deteriorating artist was royally back in business,

  As soon as the mists of relentlessly cavorting mischief came to the sonorously morbid atmosphere; the forlornly trembling butterfly was connubially back in

  business,

  As soon as streams of mellifluously vibrant beauty came to every cranny of this murderously bellicose planet; the fantastically fantasizing and holistic brain was gloriously back in business,

  As soon as the resplendently twinkling circus came to the ghoulishly beleaguered mortuary; the truculently whipped clowns were enthusiastically back in business,

  As soon as winds of luxuriously opulence came to every dilapidated street of this impoverished planet; the hoarsely extradited beggars were victoriously back in

  business,

  As soon as mirrors of unassailably egalitarian selflessness came to this venomously lecherous earth; the traumatically extinguishing flames of truth and pristinel
y untainted unity; were jubilantly back in business,

  As soon as shadows of intriguingly princely silkenness came to the jaggedly corrugated periphery of earth; the dementedly delirious fairies were wholeheartedly

  back in business,

  As soon as the corridors of unshakable hope came to the corpses of horrendously maiming stagnation; the despondently fading beams of enlightenment were

  unflinchingly back in business,

  As soon as fearlessly exotic air came to the gruesomely stuttering jacket of penurious lungs; the diabolically shivering bloodstreams were timelessly back in business,

  As soon as undefeated infernos of impeccable integrity came to the politically corrupt civilization; the rapidly sagging Sun of patriotism was unconquerably back in business,

  And as soon as fathomless gorge’s of immortal love came to the preposterously sinful coffins of ghostly betrayal; the haplessly silent and unfortunate heart was perpetually back in business.

 

  18. THE FRUIT OF EVER-PERVADINGLY FRUCTIFYING LOVE.

   

  A one to one with her majestically emphatic eyes; and I felt as if dancing in the aisles of pristinely burgeoning paradise; for an infinite more births of mine,

  A one to one with her lusciously redolent lips; and I felt as if uninhibited exhilaration couldn’t have been ever better; with my desire to survive now more insuperably profound; than the entire wave of existence on this fathomless planet,

  A one to one with her impeccably royal conscience; and I felt as if there was the Sun of Omnipotent truth; on even the most infinitesimally fugitive cranny of this colossal Universe,

  A one to one with her magically resplendent palms; and I felt as if I was united in the cosmos of everlasting humanity for times immemorial; as if I was destined to forever bond with every conceivable fraternity of mankind,

  A one to one with her robustly effulgent cheeks; and I felt as if timelessly singing in the caverns of immaculately unadulterated childhood; wonderfully assimilating every ounce of heavenly mischief from the spell-binding atmosphere,

  A one to one with her iridescently twinkling feet; and I felt as if unlimitedly fantasizing in the raindrops of untamed sensuality; with life seeming to be the ultimate dance of enriching optimism,

  A one to one with her flirtatiously winking eyelashes; and I felt as if revived from countless feet beneath my cadaverously morbid grave; with every quintessential life as fresh as vividly poignant ocean salt,

  A one to one with her euphorically passionate veins; and I felt as if the most emolliently empathizing organism on this boundless earth; invincibly coalescing with every celestial stream of living kind,

  A one to one with her ravishingly cascading hair; and I felt every ounce of excitement on earth and endless kilometers beyond; had thunderously descended down in glorious unison; upon the treacherously emaciated pores of my dying skin,

  A one to one with her tantalizingly exotic belly; and I felt as if the unsurpassably enchanting fabric of seductive night had blessedly arrived; even as acrimoniously blistering rays of the Sun stabbed me in the whites and blacks of my eyes,

  A one to one with her mellifluously endowing voice; and I felt as if the most unprecedentedly ebullient epitomes of mesmerizing paradise; blissfully

  enshrouded me from every construable side,

  A one to one with her miraculously benevolent shadow; and I felt as if I had been wholesomely absolved of even the tiniest of my sins in past and present life; unassailably wrapped in the belly of unflinching compassion for centuries unfathomable,

  A one to one with her artistically eclectic fingers; and I felt as if the mantra of “United We Stand”; was the only sermon to panoramically survive for a countless births beyond my truncated time,

  A one to one with her endlessly subliming camaraderie; and I felt as if the power of gregariously bonding oneness; was an ardor greater than the greatest of wealth on this inexhaustibly charming globe,

  A one to one with her fantastically evolving brain; and I felt as if perennially priceless life spawned out of bizarrely tawdry nothingness; jubilantly embellishing every cranny of the lackadaisically corrupt world; with the fragrance of triumphant fantasy,

  A one to one with her gloriously golden sweat; and I felt as if the essence of unconquerable honesty; timelessly transcended over even the most infidel whisker of the devil; frivolously transgressing venerated mother soil,

  A one to one with her Omnipresently godly soul; and I felt as if holistically consecrated by the winds of divine disarmament; with every trace of haplessly deteriorating terrorism; forever and ever and ever evaporating into the coffins of hell,

  A one to one with her melodiously sweet nape; and I felt as if rainshowers of torrential virility erupted from even the most deadened pores of my skin; as I unstoppably surged forward to continue the Lord’s sacrosanct chapters of procreation,

 

  A one to one with her unbelievably exultating bosom; and I felt as if my body was nothing but a gorge of endlessly augmenting desire; harmoniously placated by virgin milk in the kingly atmosphere,

  A one to one with her victoriously fiery breath; and I felt as if the unshakably intrepid elixir of life could never ever end; with even the most disastrously penalizing trauma on this planet; wonderfully metamorphosing into a cloud of revitalizing happiness,

  And a one to one with her immortally throbbing heartbeats; and I felt as I was born to do nothing; to say nothing; to dream nothing; to spawn nothing; but just the fruit of ever-pervadingly fructifying love; love and only beautiful love .

  19. WAS IT MY FAULT 

   

  Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every droplet of my euphorically mesmerizing sweat; and she on the other hand torturously evaporated every ounce of happiness from my life; even an infinite years after we got married ?

  Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every of my celestially euphoric smiles; and she on the other hand made me unjustly cry

  a countless tears of murderous hell; even an infinite years after we got married?

  Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every stream of my quintessentially life-bestowing blood; and she on the other hand in humanitarianly buried me under a fathomless graveyard of her meaningless deliriousness; even an

  infinite years after we got married?

  Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every triumphantly rhapsodic fantasy of mine; and she on the other hand metamorphosed every treasured moment of mine into the most diabolically asphyxiating of nightmare; even an infinite years after we got married?

  Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every ingredient of my untamed sensuality; and she on the other hand heartlessly castrated me of all my virility and vitality; right in the center of the boisterous street; even an infinite

  years after we got married?

  Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every of my pricelessly untainted adventure; and she on the other hand devilishly incarcerated me in the prisons of her hedonistic sadism; even an infinite years after we got married?

  Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every of my inimitably seductive whisper; and she on the other hand yelled a boundless

  volley of abuses at me for no ostensible reason or rhyme; even an infinite years after we got married?

  Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every element of my altruistically infallible philanthropism; and she on the other hand criminally cremated the last bone of my spine alive; even an infinite years after we got married?

  Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every of my royally resplendent destiny line; and she on the other hand made me sacrilegiously beg on the sordidly deplorable and orphaned streets; even an infinite years after we got married?

  Was it my fault tha
t I loved her more than I could have ever loved every line of my perennially compassionate poetry; and she on the other hand blew me away like an obliviously fictitious speck in her spuriously lecherous cigar smoke; even an infinite

  years after we got married?

  Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every poignantly enthralling sound that I heard; and she on the other hand truculently numbed each of my senses with her unrelentingly tyrannical wickedness; even an infinite years after we

  got married?

  Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every benevolent word that I uttered; and she on the other hand venomously snapped my tongue

  into an innumerable halves as I was solely praising her; even an infinite years after we got married?

  Was it my fault that I loved her more than I could have ever loved every molecule of my peerlessly invincible strength; and she on the other hand guffawed her heart out after insouciantly excoriating my hide and feeding it to stray pigs; even an infinite