Wanderer

         
      What parts of love brings joy? The bosom that sucker
      the offspring also entices pleasant gaze. The rounded thigh and mound
      is also a savage love.
        She wears her clothes and fiery desire follows her every step. No
      robe can conceal the promise beneath the fabric. What terrible voice
      is there that tears at laws and virtue? The fabric slips about her figure
      as her shoes click apon the floor.

                O princess of lustful fire!
                Unquenchable desire!
                Unconsumable fire!
               
      Let my cry come onto thee. Do not be affraid. You are precious in his
      arms. Most reverend thighs raised up in your sweet heaven. The soul
      shudders as a whirlwind tears at your hollow. Let us be like beasts.
      The rush; the cry of naked souls rutting. Is this the hand of God or the
      Serpent in your spine? Let the foam come out of thee. A river that can
      not be tamed.

                "I curse the Creed that stays my hand, but bless thee with
                a gentle kiss.+"

      Madden be a mount of noble steed. Race and rase your head to cry
      for Heaven's thunder. How terrible are men; what beastial form.
      A million spirits pass like rain into the mud and moor. Let He who
      comes to judge the Earth, judge his work in thee.


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