She kept her sect. (unfinished univocalism)

She kept her sect
Even then, kept her sect.

"Her red eyes eye the melees he gets.
Yet she keeps her sect.
Erek renders them sleep, eleven per week
eleven eeks per step,
eleven met per trek,
See,
Erek's set.

She's slender,
Eclectic, she's free
except,
she expresses her sect.

She'll be perfect when she defects.
We'll see her effect then,
genteel when best,
yet, she's never rendered her sex!"

See,
Sex Erek blest.
Even her elder eyed the crest's tent
"never exempt, he excesses!"
She'd beg, "speck me! Meddle the scent"
her mettle, her best.
Yet Erek eyed the red eyed
he'd seen her seek
he needed her mettle
he needed her.
Her,
the meek ew, the lesser sheep.

He expressed, ever gentle
yet she kept her sect.
Then jerked,
red eyed he wept

He jeered
heeded her where she slept,
Yet she kept her sect.
Red eyed, he wept.

Eleven per term he'd beg her,
Erek, she regressed even then.
Then when the freeness he'd centred her left her when he legged her.
Weeded, red eyed, she wept,
yet she kept her sect.
Red eyed left,
even then,
she kept her sect.