Wanton Love

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A Celebration of Mad Passion

Part One: Unfamiliar Pleasures

If thou know comfort in the more familiar things, then be warned,
For the unfamiliar is passing best in all pleasures, and least in pain.
I shall treat now of all the erotic joys as arise from love of beauty!
Bring thy steely will to a place where souls are so hotly warmed…
That they burn with love, and blaze with passion, all glory to gain.
To speak of such delicacies, it must be done in most solemn duty!
From the brightest ideals of loving grace, to the mad pits of lust…
There are places where beauties of kinds unknown do ever dwell.
Is not the queen of the night as lovely, as the fair maid of the sun?
More so, for the moon blinds not the sight, nor burns any to dust,
Whilst the sun cares not whom it wounds, and can be like as Hell.
On night’s garment, we may see the sparks of stars in playful fun!
The universe itself is unveiled, when rises the moon to its’ realm…
Covered by the skies of day, with a modesty not always desired.
Naked is the night, and in splendor unclothed with majesty lofty!
A willing maid is she, and her charms are directed to overwhelm,
Long after the glamour of the day is over, its’ magic just expired.
Those afraid of the nights’ embrace share not in her high victory!
Oh fearful fools, ye know not the wonders from which ye hide…
When thou dost slumber on the doorstep where night doth abide.

There is a fire in the water; there is madness in the blood,
Not a thing can contain it, for it rises and soon must flood!
Pushing all before it unto the brink of the heights of hunger,
Until on love we must feast, and want for rapture no longer!

Part Two: Goddesses and Stars

Pious fools claim that the lady Lilith was far less divine than Eve,
But I did lie in the arms of the demon lady, and I was changed…
Whereas naught of the mother of mankind is left, for she is gone!
Some call me fallen, but my soul remains and for it I’ll not grieve,
For I am not lost, and even unto Heaven hath my spirit ranged…
Let them judge who are without sin, for in sin we are all undone!
But love, lust, passion and pleasure are not the sins we call them,
From a lack of truer understanding born of outdated traditions…
Thusly, only when we are freed of all shackles, can we be saved.
How quick is humanity to blush and far, far quicker to condemn,
Consigning loving hearts, to all manner of imaginary perditions…
Whilst the true infernal kingdom is unseen by those so depraved!
The evening and morning stars are equal in their sisterly dignities,
Faithful lovers who wait through many hours for their admirers…
Their twin lights blowing kisses down, to those by this cherished.
Is it a wonder that such celestial bodies are named for divinities?
Their names are spoken in whispers and never sung of by choirs,
The goddesses I speak of, who hath never completely perished.
Like succubi, their beauty steals a little of us when we do behold,
Their unveiled countenance: with eyes that see what might unfold.

When last we lie in earthen grave, I desire to regret naught,
I long to partake of every bliss, as ever graced my thought!
Perhaps it is because so oft I have known horrid loneliness,
Which drives a soul unto desire, to drown away all sadness!

Part Three: Red Queen of Bliss

They are not jealous in their love, these opposing forces of glory.
In the night, all pleasures are permitted, beneath the velvet skirts,
Of the queen of the night, who shelters all lovers most tolerantly!
Many are the delights that the mind may conjure without worry…
Freed of all bonds, even as with the happiness of Heaven it flirts.
There is cunning in the devising of every art known to sensuality!
I have known bliss, beyond what speaking tongues can sing of…
When fantasy is made flesh and the wanton Abyss flows steady,
Giving up its’ waters to make the ambrosia of the Elysian crown.
The gods themselves were not meant to imbibe the purest love…
Which I have tasted once I was by higher powers proven ready.
Be not timid in thy desires, oh mortals, touch night’s ebon gown!
I say this, who have lain in love with the queen of a lost planet…
Most beautiful and feared: of those who warred with elder gods.
The same who held the red planet in but one palm of her hands!
She whose kingdom rose and fell: and perished without a regret,
When the wars in the heavens blazed with fire and terrible odds.
Her passion sustained me and was boundless as desert sands…
Making me as insatiable as she, in my appetite for love untamed.
One of the last things she said unto me was: do not be ashamed!

In the darkness she is waiting; and to her my soul will haste,
I cannot speak her name, but I know the beauty of her face!
Such is the power of passion, that it causes us to so wander,
In places that cannot be described, and which none ponder!

Part Four: Insatiable Appetites

Of old, the dark princess was my winepress; I slaked my thirsts,
Upon her moist lips, though even that was not enough, to satiate.
Angels no mortal was intended to touch, have been my lovers…
Celestial handmaids with wings of light and flesh lovely as verse,
Whose enchantments, come only to those by the light illuminate!
I have seen such sights that exist only beyond this life’s covers…
And so intense was my rapture that to speak its’ pleasure fierce,
Would liken it unto pain, for so powerful is the love that dies not.
The holy fire of Aurora can be spoken of in just such language…
But never idly, for the scope of divine love can bring us to tears!
Through many flames a soul must pass, to find what is so sought,
By those willing to embrace the light, free of every dire baggage.
But lo, once all pleasures become common to us, we seek more,
Until greater and greater treasures are found in that noble quest!
What awaits us at journey’s end is the coveted and ultimate thrill.
Blessed is an object of love, be it faithful maid or favored whore,
And who can say which will achieve a paradise in the final rest…
So leave that hour for its’ time, and give to passion a hungry will.
Dawn will bring its’ own rewards, and pleasures enough for all…
Before the count of time is done, and the current cycle doth fall!

There is in the touch of flesh beneath silk, a rare discovery,
That in the simplest sensations, there is a kind of spirituality!
If the body is a temple, then we should worship love divine,
By giving pleasure and compassion free, like water or wine!