From the gallows where once vagina failed to stayed closed.      
Edeapsis was the highlight of her inadequacy.        
The supreme superficial vivisector of vacuous idolatry.        
virtuous vixen of volition.    
Sailing in her pink cavity libation teemed.    
Remedy anchored within the comfort of her Poseidon.        
Her vacant jewel bearing the hieroglyphics of lasciviousness.        
The labyrinth of adrenaline rush. Scraping the bottom of pudding cup.        
Her conceited camel toe in commando.
If her lips could talk, they’d tell the tale of man’s birth.        
At the basin of her vertical grimace craving lurked.        
Inside her viscera women’s worth is unearthed.  
Anaclisis crowned, Venom of opportunity nestled in the undismissable merit of her madussian envelope.  
Pirate of posy teasing her bud from the safety of its ambient cloister.        
Eel & Tortoise play a game of peekaboo, then tug of war. Pompous panacea spuming fathomlessly.  
Aberrant gem shrivelin into oblivion at the admiration.  
Bedewing tears of lamentation from the wilderness of Nubian you can call her Her theistic nana Nefertiti.        
Inside of her sadistic catacomb there is no remorse.  
The liquid consistency of marmalade marveling tween her mademoiselle. Minesweeper of explosive crest.        
A queef of rife laughter fluctuating the waves in her pool of polarity. Surfing the epithelial tissues of polite mistress.  
The expedition of no man’s land.  
The guru of pineal gland.  
Its gaping potential looking back at you piercingly awaiting merit.        
The accord of accolade validating the environment of her Artesian well.        
Corroding her ocean floor.  
Self-esteem sought betwixt the independent solitude of her kaleidoscope.  
Pussy panorama.        
Queen of Sheba, of all that is good. Her fragile formula is what made her famous.  
She is prize possession.  
Cheiloproclitic cunt lost in contemplation.  
Saga began in her pulchritude peach.