wHat   I          love         most :

i s  the delicate dissection o
f my oppositions to the manifestations
o
        f her *** heaps. pleasantly under. and calmly.

the 1st blushing of the electric fuzz mound. (and flush)
stroke bashfully the grandest affront to death.
         and                                

beneath my fingers is your course love stroke fur
                                                                            guiding the
                                                                     quick machinations
meshed precisely.

                                  i         am            nothing
             without you. and hideously.