Conception of the World

A love poem

My Mother was not saved from her conflict with struggle,

Through her suffrage she could not know her self.

As jealousy and envy are a refuge with men,

I surrender to their taste in your pee.

As Nature and Nurture dispel our threats,

who as a woman, you've replaced from my shadow.

I either want to get old,

or enjoy the maturity,

with the passion and vitality of our excretion.

In my nature you find me your lesbian,

a clitoris that knows no denial,

perhaps too open to know the world,

your a*****e unites with your beauty.

To describe a universe that communicates the spirit,

that motivates with the certainty of a rainbow,

Perhaps I am a waiting for you to initiate

a kiss with your a*****e in complete surrender.

How nurture is the lesson of the Gods.

I speak to you as Aphrodite without reserve,

that when to immerse myself in your company,

implies the combination of mind and heart.

To bring me into this world with the s**t you release,

as yours to me spells the pleasures of the world.

You keep me chaste knowing the beauty of your a*****e,

when to taste your s**t would complete  my fixation,

to be at one with the universe,

to never have another thought accept the truth within,

that I now see in accordance to your will,

as all of our grief undefiled,

that I am willed to praise in certainty,

the agape and the Eros of the s**t you release from your a*****e.