She caught me unexpectedly with that particular look in her eyes. Watching, wary, knowing, expectant, transcendent, alluring, tempting, anxious, wanting, suspenseful, sexual, with come hither reality that oozed mystery pulling me forever closer to her.
In less than a moment, I knew…
I was to be helpless. I would be lost in whatever spell or web that she could spin about me, capturing me fully, without hope or wanting of… escape.
In my mind, racing back in time, longing to dissolve into her vortex of material oblivion.
Please. Please. Please take me. Take me as I offer myself onto your personal altar, your vessel, your silver chalice trimmed with gold and pewter. Allow me to cover you with my scarlet silk cape entwining our very souls together now and forever more.
No remorse, No regret…. Silver screen silent melodramas that resolve into Victorian bliss. There is only silence that casts itself as shadows across our loosened tunics.
For you, I would and have, set the world afire, bleeding, bonding, drowning in occult rapture. Far beneath the candied moon, so so sweet, it’s ambrosia nectar drips fluidly from my rose lips.
Here … In this fantasmal moment I bathe in spectral nuance, exhaling, inhaling hollow hallowed flame breath laced with desire. For we are eternity, limitless ghosts of motion that swing upon pendulum wanton mindscapes. We are heathen with hedonistic parallels in bondage, impervious to the verdicts and convictions of sin. We are immortal.
We dance among the ebony claws of vampyre covens. Rhythmic howls echo and build to full crescendo, pounding flesh upon rock, gnashing teeth against stone, carving sacred vowels into my skin. Burning, searing ancient rites, tattooed covenants trace the velvet outlines that breed subtle hues of perfection upon our unclad bodies.
We are the deliverance that embrace and take the hand of Inanna. We are the storms, the wars, the fertile soil from which life both begins and ends. We are creation.
We are the reflection deeply set, within your eyes. We are the hunger, the lust that is never quenched as sirens sing across barren seas. We are the essence of twin flame reality, a union cast together, forged by Lilith raised as Nephillim, carried on the back
of Icarus.
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