In The Seed Cometh My Relpica Poem by LIGHTCHEERFUL BRIGGS

Twas many and many years ago;
Young was I and young this maid
In a deserted region both we lived,
And face to face the doors of our huts.

This maid she lived with no thought
Than to love me and be loved by me;
And truly the nature of Siamese twins our attitude
For burning was the flame of love in us.

‘Twas night in the lonesome November;
A chilling wind blew out of the cloud
Then seek she warm in my hut
And shines she upon me her desiring eyes.

Her face was pale and drawn,
And while she spoke she shivered
Not from cold but from passion of consummation
And quickly I glance upon her desiring face.

She said warm my body with your skin
Then steam'd I became by her mouth ignition,
And gear'd was I by the desire in her eyes
And together we ate the fruit of love.

I knoweth not that fertility was her soil,
For the seed of the fruit we digested together
Upon her fertile soil caught and with nutrient gathered strength,
And indeed in the seed cometh my replica.