Big bang theory







She is the thaumaturgy of midnights whisper


And the ethereal magic of winters spark


 Oscillating in my braincase as an atom in quiescent space


Her complex body language stirs up memories of Latin verbs in my Herculean mind

 Dilating the conscious conscience within with such transmundane glamour & celestial glee, 

yet still constricting the coniferous pessimistic thought  

she is the sweet barbiturate lulling the gods of love and men of philosophia to deep Goliathic sleep

Her taintless body and dirty mind uproars ethics 
into this nostrum pandemonic nebula









Bang! ... There goes another big Big Bang theory

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