His undivine attention won
She deftly spun
From 'neath His thrusts to writhe above
In ecstasy
Pendulous She swung
As if her limbs imbibed His tongue
To spill, as with His rod
The secret name of God
But no seed passed those fruitful lips
For fearing Her who grasped, He slit
Her throat from ear to where She fled
With tail and blood between Her legs..

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