Hymen - a poem by T Newfields"

As a virgin most kyrie
With whum we have a lei-sion
While cherubs hover softly in the heights
And sacred doves soare beyond
The bars of logic and threads of time.

Ah, when her sweete glarie ist unveil'd
My heart malts in a sizzle of delight
From the fields of Neufactel
She, wiyth a fragrance so genteel of laeda
Coos among dark cedars at night.

Arr - her maeden hairs are exquisite
Like the freshly wealed civet fur
Wet with the scent of passion
And a wild mare's intoxicatin' curr.

Betottle what others whisp'r
And quirk to all astrologers!

The stallions of my heart
Gallop boldly -
We will travel far
on steeds of delight!