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Web of silken threads
Weaves the moon from starry-splendoured
Elysium where traverse
Transcendent breaths of gods and men.

Lift and soar the spirits calling,
And bring joy to rest upon the skies
Of setting sun and apricot moon,
Where tenures of angels
Become treasures transcending
Immortal and fleeting glances of shadows
In loneliness.

Lie you there in nakedness,
And breathe that breath of desire for me
Where lust is rising in the twilight
And sweat is beading on your brow for
Phantom touches of my fingers
On your flesh and muscled vales
That lead my soul to a throbbing tower of
Hard desires and pooling juices
From the eye that I would take
Within my deep and desperate core.

Long for me?
My heart cries sorrow,
My skin alive with burning fire
Full yearning singing through
My coursing bloodied veins a-pumping
For celestial golden dreams
That dance within the Underworld.

Remove the veil of oceans parting
By the hand that quells the storms
To break upon the splintered rocks
Where mermaids sing their victims cold
In want of that which souls require
Where mine can ne'er beseech the same
But dream of hallowed halls of feasting
Where I drink of molten seed
Which spurts full forth from
Depths within your burning need.

What manner do these ancient words
Require to be delivered thence
Unto your listening heart of passion
Across those leagues that I may not span
But with mine need to comfort you?

I write with pen of better poets
And use the words of seraphim
When whispers from my tongue lick flesh
And bolster up your growing cock.
It is all bollocks that I spout,
But words are all I have, my dear.

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.