Monday, 25 February 2013

The Alchemist

The magnetism between me and the Alchemist was instant.
Sexual deviation towards devilry as I delved into the darkness between her legs
as her erotic enchantment captured my hand and leaned me back;
black blindfold, sight slaughtered.
Burning desire rolled over my bare breasts and left a trail of rouge;
yet her warmth was not tender nor loving, but raw, earthly.
A sensual split as she clawed my back and licked the drips of blood
that seeped into the bed which was our place. 
I felt myself become an astrologer as I left my body and rose in starry bliss;
Magical longing; primal consciousness; 
Our energies combined, our spirits sang as it is in all and all is in us.
Time was alive as my fingers curled, my teeth bit into my open lips,
my back arched and my arms reached out in holy restoration.
Her incantation was irresistible. 
Cosmic forces worked effortlessly as we evaded time and entered a transcendent state.
Fate brought us together, past the phallic stage of our sexual evolution 
as what we felt replaced what Freud saw. 
A climax of witchcraft. 
An orgasm of obsession.
Fertile and free I knew that then she, the Alchemist, smiled



   

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