What delight awaits in a invite of open flames, to entice with might, aurous cladded usurper—the raw amber of her eyes crave
To the jingle of the depraved, collectively music and muse plays to a fire’s cascade, the attention down to mint and print of prey
To the contours and rhythm of the hip’s gyrate, the motion of the hands like intertwined vipers holding love and death’s eternal sway
The bounty that borders a bust and a voluptuous frame, all hands extend to desire to reach those distant shores of paradise’s place
In a constantly shifting gaze, the multi-faceted array, omniscient and kaleidoscopic bade within a coiling cobra’s serpentine
Dance, dance, dance to the rhythm of the pyre burning both night and day; seek her with your soul and leave nothing held back in display
Burning effigies abound in the inferno’s centre, the toxicity involved in a passionate kiss—lingers the hiss of charred remains
Worship to the utmost echelon we praise, pleasure in hedonistic waves to all aspect of human ways even to the pit we’ll stray
Nothing else could hold a flame to the sensation of a caress from such a heavenly being, divinity even in the most despicable of things
This little dance of duality in stark contrast of the greys of reality, matters seem unending— fangs of beast until the cloth of zen ordained
How easily men are to be lead astray in a scarlet haze, with the perfume and its velvet liquor coursing madly through our very veins
And are we not the very harlots we claim she is, but to which we outwardly pray and praise with vim and vigor our sudden and fallen state?
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