She rides through space on a ribald star.
Hair of ice and eyes of flame, she knows
our desires, our wants and our needs. She
has no mercy and draws us into her holy
womb for a death struggle to writhe in
fiery agony until our spirits ignite in the
leaping flames of Hell. There is no
stopping her. Howling, she reaps the
flesh as well as the spirit of erotic verse
that cleaves like turgid sweat to her
heaving breast. Panting, she is the
huntress of heaven. Lusting, she is the
keeper of the passions of Hell. Moaning,
her name is Lust, and she burns bright!
She knows the future and the past. Now,
she seeks a grand, new lover of the divine
moment for another passionate display
among the stars where she makes her
home by the Rainbow Pools near the
Astral Caves, where lives the avatars who
think and dream of things to come and
things long past. Plotting and scheming
each new affair, she straddles the stars
and dims their light by the fluttering of
her gossamer robes.
The heavens reel under the threat of her
dreams, and the Gods turn their backs to
the arena of her all consuming desire.
The smell of blood and death is ripe upon
the white sand. The gladiators line up
clapping their swords against their shields
in unison. The sun glints on their polished
armor. She does not care. She will take
them all on, loving each one in their turn.
she has all eternity. Yet as the mantis, she
would eat her lovers with fanged teeth, as
her sharp claws tear at their smoldering
flesh. She devours their cries and moans
on a velvet cloud of orgasmic delight that
lingers in the darkness of a Hell of their
own making, her mad laughter echoing
through the nighttime canyons of the
eternal Abyss.
Yet, I care not, for my past is in her eyes
and my future is in her dreams, but she
will not eat me. I will not allow her to eat
of my flesh. I know her secrets! Instead I
shall devour her on that star she holds so
dear under the twin moons of ecstasy. Let
her scream and moan in abject misery.
This is my time! I shall thrust within her
strong and unrelenting as the lightning of
Thor flashes in the nighttime sky, and the
smell of burning ozone fills the blistering
air. The waters of life rise in iridescent
founts as fiery comets race through the
ether of passion, and her trembling soul
compresses into a tiny spark of light that
fills all eternity.
No God may stop us, for none are that
foolish or that powerful. The fire is too
hot. I thrust with the thought of conquest
into her flaming soul of pleasure and pain,
while death cowers in confession of the
truth of its inability to stop the onslaught
of Hell released. Engulfed in the mighty
flames of passion, star bright, her heart
beats in time to my desire and lust. She
feels sorrow for her lovers, crushed, but
forgiveness is not her portion. Time, once
hers is now lost. She has met her match,
and she is mine for the moment passing.
Neither Hell nor Heaven want her now,
and neither do I. How can I love a such a
creature born of abject misery? Ha! I
cannot, but I can lust after her by my own
maddened desires. I will paint her body
with daemon seed like an artist with many
colors on a fiery brush that knows no
limitation. I shall fill her navel with the
seeds of oranges after licking their sweet
juices from her nipples, and I shall know
her innermost secrets.
My power rises, and I see a new dawn as
a thousand winged horses gallop over the
horizons of a thousand planets, impaled
upon their singular horn. I know the fire
of creation, and the ringing death knell of
darkness in the pit of forgetfulness. Too,
I know the throb and desire of the human
soul that sparks life into mortal bodies,
and I know why we must die! It matters
not, for I will have my day of power and
then transcend the bondage of the flesh to
become as a God who looks on at the
spectacle of mortals flaming at my feet,
and I shall understand.
