Hymen aphrodites

A splurge in the the ol' greco had reeks of tedium. Lots lost were the vacancy of jowl -- cold bits and bites of tar flap that measured the immeasurable in sects and sex, like chewing too many proverbs, adjusted accounting aunts with proverbial ruse, tied to be fit, and loathsome as axes with bits asunder, deeply mouthed in hues of implausible spring's hay and trilingual aspics, too soon to dare.

Would you, if you couldn't try, at least perspire trusts for an eastern arms' spread, hoping for a reach-around by daybreak, or simply the letter Q. Would you pry?