Masterpiece

Hot loom produced the treasured weave 
Of ramshackle flesh woven. Sweated conjugation 
Of thrust and deep throated grind, 
To bind the seminal blood and body. 
That produce, that offshoot of impaled loin, 
Of lapping womb invite. Genesis penetration 
Of love or instant hedonism 
To rise the ovarian phoenix. 
Some love-lust clay creates perfection 
Of savagery and seconds. Nine months incubation 
Of period art and swollen beauty flawed 
To shape the jewel's faultless facets. 
And false gods and artists tear their eyes 
Of frustrated inferiority. Failed in emulation 
Of the absolute and joyous capacity 
To author such creation.

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