Obedience bends in kind, we are in here.
Like a freak at the sight of throbbing rigidity,
I find my way to a household so clustered, I am blinded.
We sway lightly, but I am hard.
We are excited.
Oh, Jerusalem, Eve may have been lured by the beauty of prohibited capsules,
But down here we spit to appreciate.
We jump to bite a bun; buttered one side yet dripping both sides.
Slices so sensitive, I am in. I have sunk.
Exchanges in unspoken phrases, minds are inspired.
Weakness is sheltered in the joints.
Emulating animated concepts, a part of me is in charge.
Efforts are met, sounds are heard and marks are made.
Like a coquette approaching royalty, I seek dominion.
He submits. I sign. He receives.
I approve. He is proud.
Thanks to the works, we are wet.
Oh, Jerusalem, some may have dubbed you intolerant.
I find you otherwise.
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