*** The Occult Lust ***
She stands, waiting, patiently, eagerly
Her garb covers but meagerly
Firmly bound with warm Leather straps
Into Occult Lust she does relapse
Shutting the door, enclosing the Light
He coldly examines her plight
He raises his hand to Touch her
Her Power to him does transfer
With only slight regard her he mounts
Her eyes flaring wide he discounts
They joint, two becomes one
Conjoined they have begun
With a firm smack of his whip
Her vain pride he does quickly unzip
Together they ride that night
Their Passion brought to new height
Through the rolling clouds they ride
Now she is her Devil’s own bride
The cold wind rides beside them
The Stars around do not condemn…
Across oceans wide they soar
Together they write a new lore
Into the Dawn their lust sated
Still joined they are elated
(… )
z…
Across misty Woods of Jaren …
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