Cave Scents

A cave yearns for ecstasy.
In pain.
Eternal docile agony,
As the velvet ecstasy grows.

The sunset dwells
in the delight of ships.
Refreshing skin, hellish touch!
A deep cave stirs with moisture
and in the night it blows bubbles.

Eternity unleashes pleasure.
The deep will ache with vicious sadness.
The sunset moves the plush of memory.
Oh, how to breathe the impossible dew!

The tongue blows the light from the cloud,
thus a damp cave thrives on delicious agony.
The lust of the nocturnal dream
swallows the ecstasy of pain.