Do not fret.
If words count this globe would reverse.
Have I mentioned your disgusting ability to hypnotise.

& that when I disclaim any part of you, I disclaim myself.

I see the start, and I see an end, right on it's tail.
I pray you, it be an oasis. Because to allay thy ecstasy is akin to reigning a loose stallion.
Detrimental. I'm sure utilitarian will not approve such contortions.
But I'll step into a puddle with my head up.
Oh, summer's heat, a touch of velvet, greetings from cloud nine literally.
Is this absolute denial? Or would you rather address as, pure stupidity.
Would I drown in the shallow?
In the surface.
Because all I have is skin, and maybe a packet of red.
That would be stupid. Nonetheless. I am after all human in pining error.

Wait, I thought I prayed for an oasis.
I guess teachings from church since five must have slipped my mind.
God probably said 'Darling, yes, you have to wait. And my final answer will be a no.'
The first two words managed a fight in my turmoil. The rest went, sand to the tide.