It seemed nothing odd to me; if the walls of my stomach didnt
crave for a single morsel of succulently bountiful food; even for an infinite indefatigably painstaking of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if the whites and blacks of my eye didnt crave for a single globule of compassionately celestial moisture; even for an infinite limitlessly acerbic of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if my intricate veins didnt crave for a single pinch of poignantly crimson blood; even for an infinite boundlessly treacherous of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if the periphery of my lips didnt crave for a single innuendo of blissful smile; even for an infinite unsurpassably satanic of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if the hollows of my ears didnt crave for a single trace of euphoric sound; even for an infinite uncouthly divesting of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if the periphery of my bones didnt crave for a single horizon of strength; even for an infinite salaciously lambasting of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if the trajectory of my cheeks didnt crave for a single triumphant blush; even for an infinite ominously debilitating of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if the soles of my feet didnt crave for a single cushion of ebullient grass; even for an infinite indiscriminately crippling of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if the curvatures of my untamed nails didnt crave for a single uninhibitedly ardent itch; even for an infinite hedonistically massacring of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if the passageways of my throat didnt crave for a single ounce of water; even for an infinite tyrannically devastating of my lifetimes,
It seemed nothing odd to me; if my armpits didnt crave for a
single trickle of enchantingly golden sweat; even for an infinite unstoppably penalizing of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if my eyelashes didnt crave for a single feather of fantastically unbridled sensuousness; even for an infinite unceasingly slandering of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if my tongue didnt crave for a single jet of tantalizingly emphatic saliva; even for an infinite brutally asphyxiating of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if my majestic manhood didnt crave for a single draught of spell binding fertility; even for an infinite parasitically obsolete of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if my strangulated nostrils didnt crave for a single breath of unlimitedly mesmerizing freshness; even for an infinite diabolically slaining of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if the jagged outlines of my teeth didnt crave for a single wholeheartedly reinvigorating bite; even for an infinite disparagingly oblivious of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if the apertures of my hindside didnt crave for a single symbiotically ameliorating expurgation; even for an infinite traumatically castigated of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if my heart didnt crave for a single beat of unassailably fructifying love; even for an infinite tawdrily truculent of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if my conscience didnt crave for a single horizon of everlastingly blessed righteousness; even for an infinite violently unsparing of my lifetimes, It seemed nothing odd to me; if my soul didnt crave for a single beam of optimistically enlightened peace; even for an infinite dolorously pulverizing of my lifetimes,
But if the fathomless realms of my brain didnt crave for
immortally bestowing poetry even for an infinitesimal single second; I perished to an end more ghastly than the most forlornly flagrant of hell; a death which was more sadistically incarcerating; than an infinite of an infinite more of my destined lifetimes.