Arouse Our Piece of Land

Moved beyond the glow, volcanic fires Gigantic flares exude to this domain, Sharing what is essentially our desires Acceptance is white hot, we come again. For every ounce of force there is recede The many thrusts of rage that share a time In coming with each other to concede; The fact remains, we cool to wait the climb. It heals the rift between the stubborn split Of virginal desires that spare the rod, To bridge perspiring atmospheres that hit The temperatures that uppermost can prod. Between the gates of heaven there is. Well! The saturates to drift betrothal vows; To overcome the centuries indeed swell, Where copulations need the great arouse. The flow of each sensation moves about, Like nothing on this earth can fully load, The mound is fully filled, and roustabout Becomes the baby’s maker, both explode. As the interceptions feels the tingle move, Euretha spurts as nature’s aftercare The slag is more subsidence than a groove, Indeed it is, to push the land elsewhere.