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Elysian Lover
- Elysian Lover -
Oh love, just caress me and feel the silken pleasures…
Between my fair legs, which I offer you like a reward!
I am your spoil, and I am most rare of lovely treasures.
How I long to feel the thrusting, of your strong sword!
Let me be your Elysian Fields, to plow as you wish to,
And you shall be all of Olympus that I could ever crave.
I am your goddess; I can make your dreams come true!
Be mine, and let me be yours, a gift no other gods gave.
I am faith, I am belief, and I am dream made into flesh!
Be the dreamer and let me spin for you a new universe.
Let go of the wickedness of this world; let it all perish…
I, shall dry your tears from your eyes, lift death’s curse,
And you will be reborn, freed from your former regrets.
Reborn from Hell with me your Heaven to so embrace!
Be of good cheer, and be not the accursed one as frets,
For there can be no fear, when you look upon my face.
I am compassion, I am mercy; I am pure understanding!
Some call me a goddess but I am also a god in my way.
My voice beckons humbly, but can be so commanding,
That were I the night, you would forsake the light of day.
You would forsake life if I were Death, out of pure love,
For I am a lover who asks for the entirety of your heart!
In return I give you all that exists both below and above.
I shall prepare a throne for you, if you but do your part!
Oh love, just embrace me and we shall defy all the stars,
Proving that our spirits are more eternal even than time…
My body will be a temple, without coldest gates or bars.
Enter me and be content, and know a true bliss sublime!
Let my lips be your altar, your tongue a pious supplicant.
Worship me with passion, until we transcend love entire,
Reaching beyond ecstasy, a place so supremely content!
Nothing is forbidden, when I am the knowledge and fire.
“Oh, for the maddest mead of madly honeyed joys,
That only the bliss of love’s kiss can bestow…
And which was ever greatest of all Aphrodite’s toys,
Warming both the heart and the regions below:
Passing from pleasures unto ecstasies, and so thence,
Love can become the portal to transcendence!”
Oh love, just caress me and feel the silken pleasures…
Between my fair legs, which I offer you like a reward!
I am your spoil, and I am most rare of lovely treasures.
How I long to feel the thrusting, of your strong sword!
Let me be your Elysian Fields, to plow as you wish to,
And you shall be all of Olympus that I could ever crave.
I am your goddess; I can make your dreams come true!
Be mine, and let me be yours, a gift no other gods gave.
I am faith, I am belief, and I am dream made into flesh!
Be the dreamer and let me spin for you a new universe.
Let go of the wickedness of this world; let it all perish…
I, shall dry your tears from your eyes, lift death’s curse,
And you will be reborn, freed from your former regrets.
Reborn from Hell with me your Heaven to so embrace!
Be of good cheer, and be not the accursed one as frets,
For there can be no fear, when you look upon my face.
I am compassion, I am mercy; I am pure understanding!
Some call me a goddess but I am also a god in my way.
My voice beckons humbly, but can be so commanding,
That were I the night, you would forsake the light of day.
You would forsake life if I were Death, out of pure love,
For I am a lover who asks for the entirety of your heart!
In return I give you all that exists both below and above.
I shall prepare a throne for you, if you but do your part!
Oh love, just embrace me and we shall defy all the stars,
Proving that our spirits are more eternal even than time…
My body will be a temple, without coldest gates or bars.
Enter me and be content, and know a true bliss sublime!
Let my lips be your altar, your tongue a pious supplicant.
Worship me with passion, until we transcend love entire,
Reaching beyond ecstasy, a place so supremely content!
Nothing is forbidden, when I am the knowledge and fire.
“Oh, for the maddest mead of madly honeyed joys,
That only the bliss of love’s kiss can bestow…
And which was ever greatest of all Aphrodite’s toys,
Warming both the heart and the regions below:
Passing from pleasures unto ecstasies, and so thence,
Love can become the portal to transcendence!”
Published 15th Oct 2012
| Edited 17th Oct 2012
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15th Oct 2012 7:22pm
How alluring! This is the epitome of seduction and ascendancy. great read, as always.
AlwaysCaliban
AlwaysCaliban
16th Oct 2012 4:31am
16th Oct 2012 7:40am
I cannot but agree with the above comment. "This is the epitome of seduction and ascendancy."
Very alluring indeed!
Very alluring indeed!
17th Oct 2012 1:48am
Thank you very, very much, Caliban, Grace, and Scarlet! Your comments are most welcome, and I appreciate them tremendously. :D
With this poem, I was trying to find words well suited to express the sheer transcendent power of love, passion, and of sensual splendor and what they mean to me, as well as how I would express them in words. A primal kind of magic, of sorts, a seduction put into verse... and I am very pleased that the words I chose to write were well chosen indeed! In this poem, one could quite well ask: is the passion really a metaphor for the ecstasy of ascendance? Mayhap such ecstasy can only be expressed through the language of love itself. One could also well ask: can there be a love so profound that it causes the very spirit to ascended to glory through the very act of love itself? In fact, both meanings (and many others as well) can be read within my poem’s verse. So indeed, this poem was very much intended to be the very epitome of seduction and ascendancy... so I am extremely happy that I was able to convey this successfully in the end.
With this poem, I was trying to find words well suited to express the sheer transcendent power of love, passion, and of sensual splendor and what they mean to me, as well as how I would express them in words. A primal kind of magic, of sorts, a seduction put into verse... and I am very pleased that the words I chose to write were well chosen indeed! In this poem, one could quite well ask: is the passion really a metaphor for the ecstasy of ascendance? Mayhap such ecstasy can only be expressed through the language of love itself. One could also well ask: can there be a love so profound that it causes the very spirit to ascended to glory through the very act of love itself? In fact, both meanings (and many others as well) can be read within my poem’s verse. So indeed, this poem was very much intended to be the very epitome of seduction and ascendancy... so I am extremely happy that I was able to convey this successfully in the end.
17th Dec 2012 00:41am
17th Dec 2012 11:14pm
