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Dusk And Her EmbraceWhen the sun has wept upon the waveless lake,and the mists steal in with ease. Covened wolves are their eerie dissonant napes, in adoration of the moon and thee! They call as I to thee... And I will come, as if in dream. My languid, dark and lustrous malaresian queen, Of vengeful, ancient breed. Gilded with the pelts of many enemies. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I can taste thy scent by candlelight, legs of porcelain traced and laced to their lair. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed unearthly red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! A black velvet painting sprung to elegant life, like a poignant Madonna perverted to night. And I have ridden from the westerning light to expend my lust. Tear away the funereal dress! Know that I will escape from my death, surrendered to the splendour of her sharpened caress. Lo, the pale moonlight, weaves a poetic spell of vital death and decline, of mist and moth and the hunger inside. Kisses took to fever and the fever, demise. Through twilight, darkness and moonrise, my scarlet tears will run. As stolen blood and whispered love, of fantasies undone. Countess swathed in ebony, and snow-white balletic grace. Rouge-filmed lips procure the wish, for lust and her disgrace. Dusk and her embrace! We shall flit through the shadows, like a dream of werewolves in the snow. Under deadly nightshade, Still warmed with the kill's afterglow. Beneath the stars thy flesh bedevils me! Beneath the stars, taste the death in me! Bequeath to me thy fiery kiss to sever thin mortality. Elizabeth, my heart is thine! Thy fragrant words, warm within like wine. Let me come to thee, with eyes like Asphodel. Moon-glancing, loose desires free to writhe under my spell. Erishkigal, raven-haired, thy seduction haunts the castle in erotic despair. I know thy scent by candlelight, immortal flesh I yearn to share. Appease the beast on spattered sheets, dyed malefic red as sobriety weeps. Nocternity, she shall come for me! Unfurl thy limbs breathless succubus! How the full embosomed fog imparts the night to us. |