She was the innocent lily once,
held the pure virginal heart.
The goddess shone as a sun
until Perfectness made her depart.

Then principles turned evil,
she'd rape God in his sleep;
since his shape is so tempting-
his nectar forever, she desired to keep.

He woke up overwhelmed
and admired her endless beauty, thus
he couldn't resist her nor suspend;
he kissed every part of the succubus.

Then she begged him to put the fervent kisses aside
and start to enhance the speed of The Ride,
so he took her to the wall
and held her tight so she wouldn't fall.

Her moan broke the silence,
his thoughts were so concrete.
This love as something essential,
is unbelievable once you take into account that:

It was me all along;
I am purer and still young;
I'm divine and so are you;
and no one shall believe our secret of tabu...