Fancy Erotica... Oooooo, Don't You Feel All Tingly Now?

Yeah, so I wrote this a long, long time ago, when I was in my Lord Byron phase.

Um, so...that's about it. There is a story behind it, but I don't feel especially urged to relate it. Nobody's really interested anyway...

So partake, n' stuff...

A Prayer To The Goddess

I pray to Thee

Woman Most High

To Thee, Aphrodite,

To Thee, Freya.

To Thee, Venus.

I beseech of You,

Oh Goddess of Eternal Rapture.

Sweet Nymph of Legend,

Look on me but once.

For in the merest glimpse

Of Thy voluptuous visage

My loins fill with ardor

Most urgent and poignant.

Let me worship Thee

In the temple of Thy incarnation.

Let me enter Thy hallowed recesses,

To become one with the ecstasies therein.

Let me partake of Thy tender flesh

As a condemned man savors and relishes

Every precious morsel of his last meal.

Let me wander the paths of Thy perfection,

Over Thy proud, rolling hillocks,

Into the hollows of Thy supple curvature,

Through Thy dulcet glens and dales,

Down to the depths of Thy flowered garden

To breath in Thy delicate fragrances,

And to drink from Thy wellspring of new life.

Let me die in Thy arms

For the lack of want

Of anything aught but Thy touch.

My poor defenses crumble

In the sensual radiance of Thy charms.

My sword is at the service

Of Thy basest whim and desire.

Turn me not away,

Gentle Mistress of Softest Night.

Oh Beautiful Angel of Divine Delights,

Open Thy satin gates,

And lay bare Thy holy tabernacle,

So that I might kneel

At the graceful, velvet altar

Of Thy blessed sanctuary.

I pray Thee,

Woman Most High,

Hear my humble supplication!

And scene!

Heh...