L's story to to Creon of his first night with Michelle

L: oh... Its been along while sense I've found a connection like this.
I've found in another morsel
my evil intentions seem to be vibrant than my other senses
my mind only wants to focus on the positions. we inhabited
a youth warm and bright with red lips
the shape of an apple bottom bodacious and curvy plush red lips
a limber brusque fellow
with the face of a mild expression
both naked and beastle in the mist of each other
there was no embarrassment here there no need to coware
just my palm in the hands of the significant other
folly to your sweetest desires
to the greatest aberrations
what to do what to do and how do you want it,
with gravity as a state of mind
things aren't just imaginable
noting beastle nothing to cordial
just the love to it purest expression
with tender fingers that do a line perfectly
smooth as her hips so curvy
his back strong and stiff his muscles long and thick
both are bound together like fire caught on trees
the beauty if such a chaos only emerges from a beautiful expression
a love some impressive. It must be mistaken as a trick from cupid
a shot taken narrow, and a body so loved
ideas do wonder of such. Do you think love could be found so well enough L?
Don't you believe good things happen to good people because they deserve them, or do you believe those who are wicked truly deserve where they are left, Like you old fellow. all alone. like an ass...
a failure let it be. but these two were bound together as they met, a puristic beauty it was, the love they had, I know because it was me who was one of them,
her eyes where like diamonds thrown in the sky
they shined in the moon light immixed with the stars
and her heart was pure warmth like a heated oval stone
a smile like a gift
and a  voice of a sound bird

-to be continued