CLIMAX
Oh ! To kiss the golden lips !
And the golden finger tips!
Golden hair, trails like showers,
White and blue like lotus flowers.
Ardent and gold whirls my Lord,
Bringing forth the piercing sword.
Is hard and strong the blade in me...
How more ardent could it be ?
Filled with kisses. Burning tongue.
To his chest, weary, I clung
I broke the wings and waves of time,
Biting his lips, He, biting mine.
Quivering flames ! I'm so aware
Of his thrust. His phallic spear.
I open myself to his advance,
Warrior lost with shield and lance,
In the darkness of my well;
The humid magic casting spells.
And when we come ! From sheer straits
Of being one. The hurting bait.
The founts of life, supreme ,they share
Eternal bliss,with us ,to spare.
