Once again, the sun has sunk in the horizon,
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Breaching the Occident with crimson wounds,
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Come, o Noctambulesque, creep under my shroud
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and spread concupiscence in languorous pantomimes ...
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your pleasure's the law if you discover mine...
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Your scales' caresses -reptilian shudders-
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compensates for the bruise left by fangs and claws.
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As saliva gives lustre, I linger with fever over your every pore,
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squirming by the temple where scrumptious vices dwell.
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Seduced thus uxorious, tantalized by your venomous gaze,
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I shine the idol of overshadowed rites,
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this noble jewel deserves peculiar cares ...
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a tongue alone won't do the trick to lick the drizzle of strange frolics,
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to quaff the monstrous passions that lurk in your leer.
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Your hospitable hiatus
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exhales hedonistic delights,
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and I taste it as a beast in a feast
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Words seem superfluous, we use another language,
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But alas! Confuse contradictions!
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Madrigals are tattooed inside your womb
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as the bane of lust rages.
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An ardent and insidious duet
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lay on a soil cleansed of taboos
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in a hellcove where the supreme offering is brought,
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an interlude amid turmoil.
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We should never relinquish our immoderate projects,
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may they lead us to our ruin...
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A familiar spectre shortens our nights, the ignoble Somnolence.
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Now that we have blessed our flesh,
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our both souls should here coalesce;
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We're dislocated in amorous convulsions,
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-the aftermath of demented clasps -
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Shatter my rib-cage and extirpate my heart
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that source of trouble stuck in Ut,
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the burden of Melancholy alters my shoulders.
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" I cannot love except where Death
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Is mingling his with Beauty's breath. "
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[Edgar A. Poe]
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Reptilian Shudders
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Blinded By Faith |