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And lovers’ lips, from lips withdrawn, Seek dimmer bosoms till the dawn. Yet on the central altar lies The sacrament of kneaded bread, With blood made one, the sacrifice To those, the living, who are dead— Strange gods and goddesses, that shed Monstrous desires of secret things Upon their worshippers, from wings One lucent web of light, from head One labyrinthine passion-fed Palace of love, from breathing rife With secrets of forbidden life. But not the sunlight, nor the stars, Nor any light but theirs alone, Nor iron masteries of Mars, Nor Sat…
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Lot (By Aleister Crowley. From The Soul of Osiris. 'URN back from safety, in my love abide, ‘Whose lips are warm as when, a virgin bride I clung to thee ashamed and very glad, Whose breasts are lordlier for the pain they had, ‘Whose arms cleave closer than thy spouse’s own! Thy spouse—O lover, kiss me, and atone! All my veins burst for love, my ripe breasts beat And lay their bleeding blossoms at thy feet! Spurn me no more! O bid these strangers go; Turn to my lips till their cup overflow; * * * * * * make delight the minister of pain, pain the…
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…reast my bower! NON SUM QUALIS ERAM BONAE SUB REGNO CYNARAE (By Ernest Dowson. From Poems. 1905) LAs? night, ah yesternight, betwixt her lips and mine There fell thy shadow, Cynara! thy breath was shed Upon my soul between the kisses and the wine; And I was desolate and sick of an old passion, Yea, I was desolate and bowed my head: I have been faithful to thee, Cynara! in my fashion. All night upon mine heart I felt her warm heart beat, Night-long within mine arms in love and sleep she lay; Surely the kisses of her bought red mouth were sweet; …
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…l of Osiris. 1901) YOU buy my spirit with those shameless eyes That burn my soul, you loose the torrent stream Of my desire, you make my lips your prize, And on them burns the whole life’s hope: you deem You buy a heart; but I am well aware How my damnation dwells in that supreme Passion to feed upon your shoulders bare, And pass the dewy twilight of our sin In the intolerable flames of hair That clothe my body from your head; you win The devil’s bargain; I am yours to kill, Yours, for one kiss; my spirit for your skin! O bitter love, consuming…
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…nd cast off their spells! Five righteous! Thou a righteous man! A jest! A righteous man—you always loved me best, And even when lured by lips of wanton girls Would turn away and sigh and touch my curls, [aaa]