Little, Wet Truths

It paces, does melt the heart

That the clock's been winding ever since

But those ripples of bliss

Still sweep through my spine

Every time I ponder the natural perfection of her art

On the night I dared to depart

From bondages of a love still at heart

And explore just how feelings can fall apart.

The Lilith Curse

And so, I summoned the gods for a Lilith moment

Twas that cold night - with flesh on mine arm

Erect like frozen nails in a lonely and a strange land.

 Indeed and in deed

The deities honored my need

A placid hand morphing into bare bone

As I contemplated the truth of what my eyes could read

Oh, and I dared not bargain

With one who could make a heart bleed.

 I led my soul down the hall,

Occasionally scourged by the spectre of deliberate impotence!

My orbs guarded the gates,

As all my elixir stealthily vaporized behinds those walls.

 I can swear - an honest thief

Never looks back at you

In the middle of such a heist - 

I was empty and tired. 

 A fortune paid, a verdict read

What really boils in the heart of a villain?

Remorse? Honor?

Well, looking into her eyes, I definitely saw both...

 The sun possibly turns black

Love possibly goes dark

But corrupting an angel's love brings bad luck

And a Lilith kissed, brings the curse 

Of lust that can't last. 

Goodbye

And so we parted, with a few cheerio kisses

She didn't want to cry, so she cut her walk short

And only did wave as the bus cried goodbye.

Of Pure Magical Love

Selfish, but cooperative-

A strategically optimal game of desires and manipulation.

Pure love is occult.

Satisfies by creating lasting needs

Whose satisfaction nullifies the premises.

Hunger persists love, abundance kills it.

Unknown, evasive and possibly lost

The alchemy of man's greatest emotion

Uses constraint as its potent potion

Pure love is in the withdraw, the loss of it.

Instinctive and natural,

But we've lost its essence-

It's not in a ring nor social contract

We've become slaves to something else.

In the realm of the beast is lust

In the realm of the divine is love

A beast yet divine, Man Is

In the realm of reason, we must love and lust

It's the evolutionary means to last

Pure love lusts and lasts.

Starvation, Suggestion, Seduction, Submission, and Sex

Basic, instinctive, supreme tools for powerful, lasting magical love.

Marriage is Bullshit

Mere breeding is Bullshit

Pure Love is Magical

And can't be suppressed unto death...

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The magical art from DrStyles