To our acquisition, twined tongues and the assemblage of our lips; a sweet prelude would they be. Of your tenement to dawn; I invite of you into my loves calescent conclave. In our requited melody as two entities cohere - would we sing. Our resonance to heaven above; Love is an angel who's name is Lust, echoed are our convictions. Derived and exalted; in pleasure shall we give without obstruction. In our resplendent gaiety; every fiber of self given as disburdened are our beings. Where there is repose and reverence without limitations, have we a seat at Love's banquet.