Now in the dried seabeds of the West... I remember events that never came to pass.
Your eyes glisten a crystal black, and I am lost in passion's past. The rhythmic motion of the serpents around me, they crawl out of every orifice bating.
They are me in all my breath, breasts full and heaving. I write this as a memory to Be in the cosmic spiral, all that has occurred will come back to me.
In the sweet writing, ignites a flame of wanting. My appetite returns without the lonely figure weeping. There is only grace.
In these movements, only a deep tremor in space.
The gods yearn for the scent, you see. We smell like the animals of the Kingdom. Each emotion bears a different scent on our flesh, we are marked from miles away. The sweeter your soul, the sweeter to taste.
You want the Gods to come, make them come.
Throw your head back with laughter. Ripples of ecstasy into moans. They grow ever the louder.
They will come, as you lean back and let your breast swell. Open, open, ever open. Legs and arms opening as wide as the serpent's mouth.
My words were never meant for the mortals with the mores of different apprehensions. I do not hesitate. Between my lips, there is no tension.
I need the friction of strife to melt into this annihilation, Wonder. And so I goad the Man to drip and drip onto me. When I ride, it is meant to consume. And I need the pressure of violent strength to restrain the temper this hunger brings. Open my mouth, as large and empty as a serpent's.. there to be hushed by the force of his electricity.
This speaks to you, the Great One, whom after years I found all along in me. Your radiance and brilliance reflected in every beautiful Man I see. To evoke the one whose gaze cuts into me
With all the tenderness of his Being, I love you. With all my spirit and body, I summon thee.
Come, come, come to me.