It might uncontrollably roam in a countless directions on this enchanting Universe; but in the end the penuriously slithering worm came back only to the cocoons of zealously passionate and mysteriously darkened soil,
It might frenetically roam in a countless directions on this spell-binding Universe; but in the end the mischievously cavorting infant came back only to the lap of its convivially caring and divinely mother,
It might incessantly roam in a countless directions on this blessing Universe; but in the end the fantastically adventuring bird came back only to the recesses of the heart-warmingly cozy and sequestered nest,
It might zanily roam in a countless directions on this fascinating Universe;
but in the end the ecstatically unparalleled fantasy came back only to the
dormitories of the superbly intriguing and innovative brain,
It might limitlessly roam in a countless directions on this unconquerable
Universe; but in the end the chapter of triumphantly unshakable humanity
came back only to the palms of benign simplicity,
It might unrestrictedly roam in a countless directions on this boundless
Universe; but in the end the exhilaratingly beautiful smile came back only to the periphery of the sensuously rubicund lips,
It might irretrievably roam in a countless directions on this enigmatic Universe; but in the end the irrefutably faithful wag came back only to the dog’s gregariously curved tail,
It might impudently roam in a countless directions on this jolly Universe; but in the end the uncannily surreptitious spider came back only to the strands of the gloriously satiny and royally pristine web,
It might unendingly roam in a countless directions on this euphoric Universe; but in the end the mist of unadulterated peace came back only to the soul of majestically unbridled innocence,
It might randomly roam in a countless directions on this uninterruptible
Universe; but in the end the droplet of quintessential blood came back only
to the robustly burgeoning network of veins,
It might undauntedly roam in a countless directions on this spectacular Universe; but in the end the rainbow of profound sensitivity came back only to the poignantly trembling poet,
It might frivolously roam in a countless directions on this Omnipotent Universe; but in the end the puff of inevitably vibrant breath came back only to the lifelessly choking nostrils,
And it might unstoppably roam in a countless directions on this Omnipresent
Universe; but in the end the beat of Immortal Love came back only to the caverns of the perpetually throbbing and unassailably Godly heart .
19. HOW DARE DID YOU EVER THINK?
She was infact the most exuberantly tireless half of your voice; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a loudspeaker of acridly penalizing balderdash and atrociously dumb ?
She was infact the most blissfully ravishing half of your appetite; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a lavatory of criminal cockroaches and pathetically lame?
She was infact the most insuperably compassionate half of your fertility; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a thorn of disdainfully crippling infertility and diabolically impotent ?
She was infact the most gloriously unconquerable half of your consanguinity;
how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but an inferno of infidelity and hedonistically betraying ?
She was infact the most irrefutably unflinching half of your conscience; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a slandering gutter of lies and vituperatively ghoulish?
She was infact the most dazzlingly vibrant half of your success; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a morass of treacherous defeat and hopelessly asphyxiated ?
She was infact the most unbelievably impeccable half of your integrity; how
dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a parasite sucking blood in sadistic delight and lecherously wastrel ?
She was infact the most brilliantly optimistic half of your eyes; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a graveyard of blindness and hideously stuttering?
She was infact the most resplendently bountiful half of your skin; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a debilitatingly diseased trash can and perniciously impaired ?
She was infact the most enchantingly celestial half of your smile; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing but a remorsefully ghoulish pool of stench and ghastily aggrieved ?
She was infact the most blazingly unfettered half of your personality; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a haplessly subjugated tomato hurled towards the coffins of nothingness and miserably incarcerated ?
She was infact the most ingeniously spell binding half of your brain; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a rotting mortuary of worthless stones and deliriously ill ?
She was infact the most vivaciously infallible half of your strength; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a germ of deathly cancer and heinously enslaved ?
She was infact the most effulgently sparkling half of your fair color; how dare did you ever thing that she was nothing else but a pigstalk of dolorously satanic meaninglessness and ghoulish black ?
She was infact the most sensuously untamed half of your adventure; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a dungeon of ignominiously sleazy expletives and inanely robotic ?
She was infact the most redolently honest half of your perspiration; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a ditch of rebuking foolishness and perverted blasphemy ?
She was infact the most timelessly fructifying half of your blood; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but a slurry of amorphous feces and evastatingly diminishing ?
She was infact the most symbiotically harmonious half of your survival; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but an unsurpassable debauchery of existence and salaciously distorted ?
She was infact the most inextricably majestic half of your signature; how dare did you ever think that she was nothing else but sinful insect of illiteracy and egregiously failed ?
And she was infact the most inevitably immortal half of the chapter of your life; your blessed wife; then how dare did you ever think that she nothing else but a hell of nonsensical lifelessness and eccentrically dead ?
20. MINE AND ONLY MINE
She could either indiscriminately slap me; or could embrace me more invincibly than the first rays of dawn could ever dream of embracing the fabric of hopelessly castrated darkness; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime,
She could either brutally bury me an infinite feet beneath earth; or could worship me as the ultimate savior of her inimitably priceless identity; every unfurling instant
of her destined lifetime,
She could either torturously stab me a countless times on my chest; or could
apply the balm of miraculously mitigating companionship on even the most
infinitesimal pore of my impoverished skin; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime,
She could either ruthlessly spit on my persona; or could unflinchingly drink every globule of golden sweat that sprouted uninhibitedly from my armpits; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime,
She could either diabolically blind both the whites of my eyes; or could make me the undisputed crown of her vivaciously fluttering eyelids; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime,
She could either suck every ingredient of my blood to feed it to her dogs; or could sacrifice every meal of her existence to even the most infidel of my demands; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime,
She could either ghastily excoriate every speck of my skin to use as the doormat of her dingy abode; or could ardently cleanse
every pore of her olive complexioned skin with the acridly gratuitous dirt stuck between my toes; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime,
She could either lasciviously snap the buds of my tongue into a boundless billion halves; or could inexhaustibly tremble and slaver for even the slightest trace of her persona to emanate from my fervent breath; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime,
She could either discard me from every aspect of her survival; or could triumphantly sleep with every cranny of her body impregnably intermingled with mine; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime,
She could either unabashedly ostracize me infront of the entire planet; or
could tirelessly consecrate even the most devilishly sacrilegious thing that
I did; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime,
She could either unsparingly use every bone of my body to spice up her inanely colorless soup; or could fall on my feet as my ultimate slave even though I kicked her till infinite infinity; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime,
She could either wholesomely ignore even the most passionately reverberating of my screams; or could kiss me with such an untamed ardor in her lips that even the most blazing of fires would plummet to shame; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime,
She could either incessantly ridicule me as the most impotent organism ever on this fathomless Universe; or could be a fecund mother to an endless battalion of my children for a countless lives; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime,
She could either cadaverously incarcerate me in whiplashes of fetid monotony; or could be the most tantalizingly sensuous woman of my dreams; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime,
She could either devastated even the most evanescent trace of my happiness to raw ash; or could be every tear of victoriously effulgent happiness that cascaded from my eyes; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime,
She could either treat me as a bawdily lecherous male mascot to the demands
of her nubile flesh; or could forever bond with me in threads of triumphantly holy matrimony; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime,
She could either scurrilously abhor me like no one else did on the planet; or could Immortally love me as the sole messiah of her every dream; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime,
And she could either devilishly assassinate the chapter of my existence from
planet divine; or could make every breath that I exhaled as the sole and most unassailable elixir of her life; every unfurling instant of her destined lifetime,
But the infallible truth of the matter is; that no matter whether the earth
ceases to exist; no matter whether every bit of devastating hell perpetually blends with lackadaisical ground; no matter whether every ounce of unconquerable breath was forever snatched from the atmosphere; she would always be associated with me; she would always remember and remain with me in some form or the other; she would never ever leave me and would always be mine; mine and none other’s but mine .
21. FANATICALLY IN LOVE
I didn’t know whether she was a tantalizing fairy; or whether she bounced like an impeccable angel; in the corridors of my horrendously devastated life,
I didn’t know whether she was an ingratiatingly redolent flower; or whether she was voluptuously resplendent moonshine; that enshrouded every iota of my despicable existence; with unparalleled mysticism and charm,
I didn’t know whether she was a gorgeously titillating waterfall; or whether she was the rustling leaves of the forest; that triggered me to envisage; beyond the realms of ultimate paradise,
I didn’t know whether she was an ocean of tangy froth; or whether she incessantly shimmered like a fabulous pearl; illuminating the morbidly saddened arenas of my
pathetically stumbling existence,
But what I did know was that I was fanatically in love with her immortal eyes as each instant unleashed itself into a wholesome minute; profoundly blending with their marvelously impeccable whites .
I didn’t know whether she was a majestically perennial dewdrop; or whether she rained indefatigably as nectar from the fathomless sky; flooding my despicably
frazzled senses with the harmony of vibrant life,
I didn’t know whether she was a cloudburst of unfettered desire; or whether she blossomed into a fountain of royal beauty as the night descended; suppressing my suicidal tendencies with her web of unsurpassable yearning,
I didn’t know whether she was a magnificently glistening shore; or whether she was the handsomely princely sunset; that placidly tingled me into ecstatic submission,
I didn’t know whether she was a vivaciously leaping zebra; or whether she flamed beyond the walls of eternal eternity; blazing an irrefutable path of optimism through my every ludicrously shivering midnight,
But what I did know that I was fanatically in love with her seductively fluttering shadow; coalesced for infinite more births of mine; with its exotically silken and profuse caress .
I didn’t know whether she was a vividly striped butterfly; or whether she rolled incessantly on the meadows of fascinating enchantment; to spice up each
moment of my drearily lackadaisical life,
I didn’t know whether she was a candidly scintillating mirror; or whether she was the unequivocal queen of my mind; body and soul; casting her unbreakable spell upon devastatingly penurious life,
I didn’t know whether she was a candle of unending imagery; or whether she healed every hopeless wound on my nimble body; with the perpetual ointment of ebulliently blooming romance,
I didn’t know whether she was an emolliently boisterous hive; or whether she surreptitiously seduced every cranny of my extinguishing visage; to clamber the fortress of ebullient compassion,
But what I did know that I was fanatically in love with her ravishingly glorious fragrance; immortally bonding with the gorgeous stream of golden perspiration that wafted bountifully from her sacrosanct arms .
I didn’t know whether she was a wildly gyrating dance; or whether she swirled above the skies in the winds of incomprehensible fantasy; to bless me on every acrimonious step that I tread on,
I didn’t know whether she was a celestially united civilization; or whether her impregnable chest; harbored my ridiculously disappearing and mockingly afraid countenance,
I didn’t know whether she was a wonderfully blooming morning; or whether harnessed each sprouting bone of my deflated visage; with the poignantly crimson blood that eternally ran through her blessed veins,
I didn’t know whether she was the Omnipotent Goddess of passion and enigma; or whether she was an invincible flavor; that each element of my bedraggled demeanor; wanted to relish all its life,
But what I did know was that I was fanatically in love with her unrelentingly Omnipresent mountain of godly heartbeats; uniting all that I possessed by God’s
grace and all what I was about to proudly have; with her philanthropically benevolent life .
22. OUR LOVE WAS THAT SPIRIT
Our love was that summit of the astronomically impregnable mountain; which immortally kissed the island of Sun,
Our love was that cloud in the fathomlessly vivacious cosmos; which immortally showered thunderbolts of seductively compassionate rain,
Our love was that flower protruding from majestic soil; which immortally blossomed into a countless petals of enigma; diffusing its scent to the most remotest cranny of this boundlessly mesmerizing Universe,
Our love was that royal scalp; which immortally kept blooming into perennial youth and ravishing majesty,
Our love was that ocean frolicking on mundane land; which immortally undulated into a cloudburst of everlasting fantasy and desire; disseminating the froth of humanity to every quarter of this planet besieged with venomous malice,
Our
love was that branch of the gregarious tree; which immortally flowered into countless more; standing unflinchingly like an invincible fortress in the mightiest of rain and storm,
Our love was that harmoniously captivating song; which immortally escalated beyond the skies; even as the hideously blood sucking civilization came to a veritable end,
Our love was that vibrantly pulsating dance; which immortally cast its spell upon one and all; alike,
Our love was that marvelous souvenir of art; which immortally portrayed truth; benevolence; humanity; in the most unfathomable of its stupendously grandiloquent forms,
Our love was that writing on the unconquerable walls; which immortally showed way to the path of unflinching righteousness; even in the most heinously perilous dark,
Our love was that wind of exuberant compassion; which immortally kept augmenting irrespective of any season that unleashed; any diabolical catastrophe; that dared tried come and stop it in its way,
Our love was that ray of optimistically Omnipotent light; which immortally filtered a valley of sacrosanct newness; scrapping the very essence of abominable violence from its very roots,
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