When I see her, her shambrous limbs
translucent in pilopterant moonbeams
that reveal her, mosculyptic and festerlimned.
I am transported to a sense of pserenessy;
yes, I am trandiferent at last.
I rue my spulisumptic nature that could e’er
forget her fanlistic embrace,
the rush of being held, quimberred,
schimbirifted until she at last releases me to sigh
sated, dianorianal and relidixiant.
Mock me if you wish, you scinderiscious pillisant,
but I have known the glory of her shasterfeldt,
have frolicked in hockumous cumsoriscense;
while you, crambistic belithint that you are,
cannot even put such exculisciency into words.
Nor am I surprised.