Impossible "Possible".

It was impossible for me to live without her eyes; as I was tirelessly enamored by their beautifully impeccable whites; the fathomless wonderment of the inscrutable Universe that tirelessly reflected from them,
And it was impossible for me to live with her eyes; as they diffused nothing
else but vindictively treacherous fire for every aspect of my existence; disconsolately sighted me as a piece of infinitesimally frigid shit.

It was impossible for me to live without her lips; as I obsessively wanted to trace their resplendently sensuous contours all night and day; and even as the most decimating apocalypses of hell descended upon planet divine,
And it was impossible for me to live with her lips; as they wafted into nothing else but an unsurpassable ocean of sordid expletives for even the most philanthropic deeds I did; perennially ostracizing me into worthlessly disastrous oblivion.

It was impossible for me to live without her palms; as it was only in their bountifully poignant destiny lines that I found the ultimate fragrance of my impoverished life,
And it was impossible for me to live with her palms; as whenever they did move in her life; it was only to mercilessly thrash the last ounce of exhilaration entrapped in each of my bones; bludgeon me to a pulp more torturous than veritable death in the prime of my life.

It was impossible for me to live without her skin; as I indefatigably wanted to smooch its unfathomably unparalleled sensuality; jubilantly bite through every of its pricelessly igniting goose-bump of sensitivity till centuries even beyond the end of my time,
And it was impossible for me to live with her skin; as it clandestinely betrayed me behind my back; surrendering in timid weakness to every conceivable masculine aroma on the trajectory of this unbelievably unceasing planet.

It was impossible for me to live without her hair; as in their majestically
ravishing swirl I found hidden the entire beauty of this boundlessly mesmerizing Universe; sequestered myself forever and ever and ever from the insurmountable animosity of this horrifically robotic world,
And it was impossible to live with her hair; as their sole purpose in life was to uncouthly slap me left; right and center for ostensibly no fault of mine; hedonistically strangulate me like a death rope into the corpses of bizarrely unforgivable  extinction.

It was impossible for me to live without her ears; as in their daintily twinkling lobes; I found a sweetness so mellifluously unconquerable; that uninhibitedly liberated me of all my worries for a countless more lifetimes,
And it was impossible to live with her ears; as they were preposterously insensitive to even the most cripplingly hoarse of my cries; wholesomely shunted me even as they heard the most fiercest of thunder gruesomely extraditing me from the chapter of blissful life.

It was impossible for me to live without her voice; as it was solely in it that I found the melody of irrefutably infallible truth; as it was my sole inspiration to fearlessly confront even the most obstinately bellicose impediments in the pathways of enigmatic life,
And it was impossible for me to live with her voice; as whenever it arose
from the solar plexus of her throat; it was just for unendingly ridiculing me infront of the entire globe; it was just for criminally numbing each of my royal senses to egalitarian pleasure and pain; alike.

It was impossible for me to live without her fingers; as it in their inimitably heavenly artistry that I tasted nectar in the heart of the iridescently charismatic night; it was in their invincible grip that I felt possessed by the most impregnably interminable of eternal companionship,
And it was impossible for me to live with her fingers; as all they could sketch whenever they eclectically put paint paper; was nothing else but the most morbidly incarcerated shapes of my unabashedly shriveled carcass and dead form.

It was impossible for me to live without her feet; as it was solely in  their benign impressions; that I could find the most gloriously unfettered ideals of this timelessly procreating Universe,
And it was impossible for me to live with her feet; as whenever she alighted them from her state of indolent inertia; it was only to salaciously kick me like a chunk of neglected feces; to the furthermost coffins of diabolically besmirching hell.

It was impossible for me to live without her shoulders; as their altruistically benevolent strength to hoist every deprived orphan; was my undefeated sublimation to timelessly triumph in the odyssey of endowing life,
And it was impossible for me to live with her shoulders; as unrelentingly surged forward at the cost of my desires and pride; ruthlessly massacring my integrity to inconspicuously wanton dust; countless a times.

It was impossible for me to live without her brain; as her ingeniously innovative swirl to evolve insatiably blessing magic out of desperate nothingness; was what had indeed become an indispensable ingredient of my blood,
And it was impossible for me to live with her brain; as I knew that it harbored nothing else but limitless abhorrence for my diminutive form; it dreamt of nothing else but pulverizing me into my venomous grave; alive.

It was impossible for me to live without her conscience; as solely in its spirit of Omnipotent honesty; was I able to explicitly sight and admire God's panoramic creation to the most unprecedented limits,
And it was impossible for me to live with her conscience; as it relentlessly discarded me as an unceremoniously forlorn speck of meaninglessness; perceived even the most righteous of my deed to be the coffin of ominously disparaging death.

It was impossible for me to live without her blood; as I perpetually wanted
to mélange the elixir of my existence with each of her blessedly unassailable veins; thereby feel the most pricelessly gifted organism alive,
And it was impossible for me to live with her blood; as it ferociously expurgated  even the most cloistered rudiment of my existence from its exuberant swirl; cognizing it to be the most satanically lambasting venom of its time.

It was impossible for me to live without her shadow; as I transcended every
level of spell binding fantasy in its enchantingly tranquil sheath; attaining the most beautifully unbridled rest of my life in its astoundingly heavenly coolness,
And it was impossible for me to live with her shadow; as from it immorally radiated the images of those innumerable men; whom she'd sadistically utilized to quench her carnal thirst; with whom she'd tawdrily slept.

It was impossible for me to live without her sweat; as solely in its fabulously unhindered scent of perseverance; did I discover my mission to succeed in the journey of bounteously virile life,
And it was impossible for me to live with her sweat; as for it I was just an
unbearably pernicious mosquito; disconsolately perpetuating my cries of ghastly extinction into its marvelously golden persona.

It was impossible for me to live without her belly; as it unceasingly tantalized me till even beyond the corridors of magnificently replenishing paradise; as solely in its incredulously victorious softness did I  realize that I was tirelessly proliferating and handsomely virile,
And it was impossible for me to live with her belly; as it wholeheartedly cuddled even the most belligerent dustbin of ghoulish trash; but unstoppably rejected even the remotest of my sight.

It was impossible for me to live without her freshness; as it was my sole reason for being incessantly enlightened in my already desolately depraving life; as it metamorphosed even the most dolorously invidious of my night into brilliantly Omnipresent sunshine,
And it was impossible for me to live with her freshness; as it acrimoniously considered me as the most stagnantly disconcerting dribble of dirt on this Universe; as it considered even the most ebulliently ecstatic smile of mine as
delinquently decrepit and stale.

It was impossible for me to live without her tongue; as it was solely while
nibbling at its untamed tanginess; did I find the kindergartens of mischievously unconquerable childhood; innocuously enshroud me once again till the very end of my time,
And it was impossible for me to live with her tongue; as it libidinously spat on me all night and sweltering day; just as if I was a singular dustpan for cleansing it of all its unsolicited extremities.

It was impossible for me to live without her breath; as it was solely the only thing on earth that could've granted me effulgent life even after lurid death; made me feel the most wonderfully richest entity on earth even when I was robustly alive,
And it was impossible for me to live with her breath; as it intractably refrained to inhale even when a countless feet near me; as it proclaimed to the entire world that I profusely smelt of nothing else but disgustingly collapsing cowardice.

It was impossible for me to live without her heart; as it was solely in every of its passionately queenly beat; that I felt as if everything around me was God's amiably bonding paradise; that I felt that I was insuperably and immortally alive,
And it was impossible for me to live with her heart; as it raunchily betrayed me right infront of my staring eyes; forever blending with the beats of the fantastically ameliorating Universe; but tirelessly dragging me towards the gory devil's shrine.

And to top all of this it was even impossible for me to end my own life; as I didn't want to trespass the laws of his symbiotically kingly creation; ardently desired that the last iota of my breath be solely controlled by the Omniscient divine,

So eventually I adopted one more impossible to end it all; and that was to pragmatically metamorphose each of my impossibly "Impossibles" aboveinto an
impossible "Possible"; till the time I dreamt and breathed; till the time I was bustling with impossibly unshakable life.