Analysis of Love Padre

I am your love-loaded-priest
You are my pleasure-preached-priestess
Your lilac lips bleed,cut my purple lips
You are my late night love-screams
Oh my pagan love;late-night rain on the
silent,sylvan,somber,sweet streams
Everytime I penetrate---
You baptize me with happiness and faiths
In your whirlpool of pleasure I get all mixed
melted,meek
You resurrected me once again pulling me like
the eternal,orgasmic,quick-sand!!!
Oh my pagan love,sweetest wife alaknanda
patel please go tell her,she needs to give me
some pagan love
Off her oracle of orthodox-sit-tub
The love padre paints love scrolls
pushing you,pumping you short and tall
arti comes,arti comes;showering me with her
aphrodisiac kumar-cupped-come!!!!!!