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Shirith'nar's Pleasure
- Shirith'nar's Pleasure -
Pale blue as like an azure jewel, her flesh enhanced with cybernetics...
Eyes glowing with the light from electric vibrancy, with a lust for life!
Unlike those who had created the form she wore like some do raiment,
She was a freer spirit, with inclinations far beyond the mind to ponder.
The product of cloning and mechanical engineering, a perfect creation,
Eve was never so fair, nor so imaginative and sometimes so very sick...
With passion's fever, stirring her on, to use her wiles in cause of strife.
Hedonistic in her inclinations was she, and wilder in her temperament,
Than any girl child born of human flesh and blood; so we may wonder.
How did she feel, that angelic but devilish heir to some Titan matron?
Attired in a diaphanous cloak, gauzy, light and airy to billow behind...
As she glides across the floor of her temple, seeing those gathered on,
The goddess of love in this form unseen before by the people of Mars.
Her name was sacred to the gathered throng, who longed to so indulge,
Every fantasy forbidden or otherwise, that she might deign to so teach.
They saw her now, a vision of alien beauty enough to drive men blind!
She taught them arts unimaginable, and countless souls she thus won,
Claimed with pleasures unnamed, witnessed beneath the distant stars.
Her lips were full and lovely, and of kisses they drank until quite full,
For a bit, for insatiable was her wanton hunger that to me did beseech.
Come to me my inhuman kindred, and lose yourself in my azure arms,
To remind you of the skies of worlds that you have of old thus tread...
In crafts of steel, seeking for release from pains that you cannot tell of!
Thus she spake unto me, and I was moved, to join her in her madness.
I knelt before her majestic form, coursing as it was with such energy...
That it was as if she had within her, some divine force's lofty charms.
I too was sick with passion, and so I did heed all she taught and said,
Allowing her to take me unto domains, where the only rule was love.
She touched something deep within me, and liberated me of sadness!
Her expert techniques beyond a human lover's, bringing me to ecstasy.
Shirith'nar was the name of this goddess that was in pleasure adored,
With wild orgies, held in sandstone temples lined with silk draperies.
Slick with sweat, lovers writhing beneath the gaze of one they revere!
The heat of a Martian summer causing the fires within to blaze hotly.
Perverse yet wondrous, strange yet magical, the experiences of she...
That queen of carnality, for whom the temple virgins became whores.
At her pleasure, one might experience of either elation or indignities,
Always craving more, her sinuous words echoing in every eager ear!
We were her playthings and we gave ourselves unto her so wantonly.
In return she taught us to be liberated, showing us all how to be free!
Pale blue as like an azure jewel, her flesh enhanced with cybernetics...
Eyes glowing with the light from electric vibrancy, with a lust for life!
Unlike those who had created the form she wore like some do raiment,
She was a freer spirit, with inclinations far beyond the mind to ponder.
The product of cloning and mechanical engineering, a perfect creation,
Eve was never so fair, nor so imaginative and sometimes so very sick...
With passion's fever, stirring her on, to use her wiles in cause of strife.
Hedonistic in her inclinations was she, and wilder in her temperament,
Than any girl child born of human flesh and blood; so we may wonder.
How did she feel, that angelic but devilish heir to some Titan matron?
Attired in a diaphanous cloak, gauzy, light and airy to billow behind...
As she glides across the floor of her temple, seeing those gathered on,
The goddess of love in this form unseen before by the people of Mars.
Her name was sacred to the gathered throng, who longed to so indulge,
Every fantasy forbidden or otherwise, that she might deign to so teach.
They saw her now, a vision of alien beauty enough to drive men blind!
She taught them arts unimaginable, and countless souls she thus won,
Claimed with pleasures unnamed, witnessed beneath the distant stars.
Her lips were full and lovely, and of kisses they drank until quite full,
For a bit, for insatiable was her wanton hunger that to me did beseech.
Come to me my inhuman kindred, and lose yourself in my azure arms,
To remind you of the skies of worlds that you have of old thus tread...
In crafts of steel, seeking for release from pains that you cannot tell of!
Thus she spake unto me, and I was moved, to join her in her madness.
I knelt before her majestic form, coursing as it was with such energy...
That it was as if she had within her, some divine force's lofty charms.
I too was sick with passion, and so I did heed all she taught and said,
Allowing her to take me unto domains, where the only rule was love.
She touched something deep within me, and liberated me of sadness!
Her expert techniques beyond a human lover's, bringing me to ecstasy.
Shirith'nar was the name of this goddess that was in pleasure adored,
With wild orgies, held in sandstone temples lined with silk draperies.
Slick with sweat, lovers writhing beneath the gaze of one they revere!
The heat of a Martian summer causing the fires within to blaze hotly.
Perverse yet wondrous, strange yet magical, the experiences of she...
That queen of carnality, for whom the temple virgins became whores.
At her pleasure, one might experience of either elation or indignities,
Always craving more, her sinuous words echoing in every eager ear!
We were her playthings and we gave ourselves unto her so wantonly.
In return she taught us to be liberated, showing us all how to be free!
Published 17th May 2022
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