Akercocke

Believe in what you can see
Believe in what you can feel
Reveal yourself unto me
Show yourself unto me
Believe in what you know
Believe in what you can touch
Legs agape
Stretching slow
Show yourself unto me
The soft wet kisses
To the mouth of the vagina
Taste exquisite to me
'I believe that when I die I shall rot
and nothing of my ego shall survive'
(Bertrand Russell)
The glabrous beauty
Once the blood dries on the contract