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.