A Subtle Muse
Her lust stirs my wanton endlessly.
She is the darkness residing
within my soul.
My embodiment, her plaything.
A slave to her seduction,
she is a master of evolution.
Like a subtle muse
in Eden. The darkest
secrets women and men
keep.
Summoning souls and
the desires of a restless
Sage, I am forgotten
like a gentle wind blowing
amongst its infinite self.
Twilight calm, serenity and
its playing of the harmonies
of angels and devils and romances
of a secret garden.
A courtship forbidden,
but ever so yearned by the spirits,
their masterpiece. Oneness through
duality, a cosmic treasure to share.
Like lightning bolts pulsating through
the immaculate tumults of clouds
forever.
The lusts of angels and devils
roaring like a pride of lions.
As they roar like the Sun,
revolving around love, our
Light.
Venus and the infinite
annointment that is Gaia.
A bequesting Earth delights
our beings with life, filled with
the fathoms of intensity.
Our heavenly escapades
cascade upon
God's mercy,
a Luciferus
Keep.
Our pleasures always endless,
depicted always, and to boundless
epic porportions. May her lust
burn like the master Helios,
forever within me.
Copyright © Trevor Morse | Year Posted 2006
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