The Occult Lust

by zamoyski  October 30, 2010 - Comments (18)

*** 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 …

xxx

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