BEAUTIE : a hyper-hormoned homily to the great goddess

	A man is but a humble beast
	Yet whun mine eyes 'er glorie see
	This sanctus of my heart doth melt
	Into ecstasies of grate power.

	A whomum is more than a honeyed feast
	Yet whun mine lips on 'er bodice dwell
	What thrombulations assail mine castle gates!
	Yea, I must forsake all vows und pretext
	Simply to gaze at 'er holied space!

	Surely this Benedictus is a Blessing
	And many have worshipped upon thee
	Under hallowed altars, bright stars, 
	and silken sheets.

	Lighting a candle as we move closer
	I smile then touch thee -
	Dominei Benedictus et Semplice!


Chris:   I detest this sort of pseudo-sanctimonious garbage!

Cantara: No surprise. I would be surprised if you liked all of this poetry. 

Miok:    . . . yet this raises a good point: real intimacy should be sacred.

Tim:     (winking mischievously) Sure mate! Whatever you say. 

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from Heart Scenes: Emotional Landscapes via Art, Poetry, & Prose by T Newfields
Summary: An image and a poem about the beauty of the female body
Keywords: sacred sex, sex as worship, sexual insanity, carnal exultation

Author: T Newfields [Nitta Hirou / Huáng Yuèwǔ] (b. 1955 - ?)
Begun: 1982 in Renton, WA, USA ☆ Finished: 2016 in New Taipei, Taiwan
Creative Commons License: Attribution. {{CC-BY-4.0}} Granted

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