Wittgenstein’s lion (4)

in loving, says for as long as you're dear you're still something to die for. How? Always available, always there you veer into a sinewy culpable jaw with a sprinkle of dirt to keep me dry: give yourself like the ewe! My spring's erotic, full-fledged & it shoots like a bolt to the very nape. I kill by both feeling and feet, sucking dirt with or without you--

untouchable, unassimilable you!

Swear always to be near!