An Amorous Encounter in the Moonlit Gardens of Aestheticism October 10, 2013
Mon chere Madamoiselle!
O’ resident muse of the
Moonlit gardens of
Our Heavenly Father!
O’ resident muse of the
Moonlit gardens of
Our Heavenly Father!
How you have captivat’d
Thy famish’d heart!
Thy famish’d heart!
How I hold for thy
Bewilder’d senses only pity,
Bewilder’d senses only pity,
For I feel as if a lupus howling
Beneath your seductive
Nocturnal gaze!
Nocturnal gaze!
Pourquoi, ma chère?
Is it that we are meant to be?
To frolic amid His wildflowers,
To germinate with our
Engender’d byproducts
Engender’d byproducts
Life post our conjugal encounter:
A love betroth’d between
Two souls wild in erotic passion
Immersed in a tryst west o' Eden?
Let it be, I say! For ’tis all well;
Our amorous collaboration
Amid a flourishing sea rich
Of beds of roses, and as our
Collective bloods boil, my flag
Rais’d at full mast awaits,
Amid a flourishing sea rich
Of beds of roses, and as our
Collective bloods boil, my flag
Rais’d at full mast awaits,
And you imbued with warmth,
And the dam, like a peach,
In between your fleshy trunks lift’d,
In between your fleshy trunks lift’d,
Cleansing my patriotic sorrows
As I penetrate my manly love projectile
Towards your heart‘s contentment.
Sing! Sing! My fair lady! Sing!
And I shall accompany thee
With thy lyre provid’d me
Courtesy o' Aphrodite with a kiss!
With thy lyre provid’d me
Courtesy o' Aphrodite with a kiss!
We coexist in a spacious humidor,
A tryst comprising of no
Other characteristic but you
And myself at heart, and
A tryst comprising of no
Other characteristic but you
And myself at heart, and
Our hearts a-fire in
The sweet embrace; with
The sweet embrace; with
Our inhibitions so weak,
Non-existent: Shall we engage
In the Lover’s Dance beneath
The stars of the midnight fury
Non-existent: Shall we engage
In the Lover’s Dance beneath
The stars of the midnight fury
As we quench our collective thirsts
Requisite of solving this nocturnal riddle?
Lo’! How I am howling beneath
A moon whose auspices enrage
Thy crashing tidal waves in blood
Coursing through these veins,
Begetting to me a power to wage war
With only a temporary libertine reprieve!
As our quixotic world
Is comprised o' nothing
But o' our own devices
Is comprised o' nothing
But o' our own devices
Amid the legitimacy
O' our flesh, we must
Never hinder the processes
O' our flesh, we must
Never hinder the processes
Imploring o' our extinguishing
Any threat the cold of
An ominous winter may pose
To our posterity and our world:
Any threat the cold of
An ominous winter may pose
To our posterity and our world:
A world construct’d with
The building blocks of our ardors:
The manifestation of a new Eden,
The building blocks of our ardors:
The manifestation of a new Eden,
For tho’ in our presence
Lies a cache o' trees
Ne’er bereft o' the presence
Of Lust’s Fruits: we are endow’d
With the virtue of Truth;
Lies a cache o' trees
Ne’er bereft o' the presence
Of Lust’s Fruits: we are endow’d
With the virtue of Truth;
We shall slay the serpent
With the fork’d tongue:
With the fork’d tongue:
For we are the two
Lone survivors o' a holocaust
Of Hate and Avarice’s legacies,
Lone survivors o' a holocaust
Of Hate and Avarice’s legacies,
The next best hope for Man,
And the restoration of
A perfect kingdom
A perfect kingdom
Beneath our God, in whom
Our covenant is held in trust
Free of devilish deceits
And monstrosities.
And monstrosities.
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