Le Baiser Noir

They would sit together throwing shy glances at each other. Sitting there on the peer, his hands squeezing hers as they stared into the sunset. An old vision that so many romantics before them burned to comprehend were in the palms of their hands, entwined into their fingers. The sun set in a rise and the light reflected into a full spectrum of Aurora, a liquid blaze of the untouchable. This is how the serpent crawled from within her and escaped through her slithering tongue as they embraced into each other’s oral veneration and salacity.

They tasted of the salt in the air and the scent of eternity slid back and forth through their quick gasping kisses. His heart burgeoning with virile passion illuminated upon the smirk on his face. Her lips still bright red yet her cheek and his lips smudged with lust. She reaches for his cheek, pressing her lips on to his as she whispers carelessly into his mouth “Sometimes you remind me so much of him”. Before he is even allowed to breathe she plants her lips harder onto his, thrusting the rest of her body onto his. Her hand sliding down from his cheek on to his neck as she squeezes onto his throat lightly, stifling his attempts to breath, lovingly asphyxiating his expression. Sliding her upper lip in between his taut lips, biting down on his lower lip releasing her grip from his neck as she tears her lips from his raising her eyes to his. “ You know I love you” she says in conviction, her hand caressing his cheek again. Sliding her tongue across her lips she proceeds to say “I wish to close my eyes and pretend you are him but I know that you will never be him”. A grin emerging on her lips as she watches his muscles tense. Conflict burning in his eyes and in his spirit.

She continues to say “ So, I keep my eyes wide open and strive to rejoice in you but when I am in his presence at our short lived trysts, I love him with all the glory that my heart can muster”. His soul filled with torment and agony as he drops his gaze on to her breasts heaving up and down with each breath. His mind wandering and pondering the permission to indulge in the slow insertion of a dagger into her chest and to twist it deep into her concupiscence. He loved her deeply but she was completely incapable of comprehending the extent of his love for her. She was a festering pustule in his mouth but a pustule that oozed decadence and vaporous intoxication. He was admitted to suckling on this pustule and consuming its euphoria. He was also ready to suffer by its pestilence.

She on the other end took pleasure in pressing her lasciviousness and sin into his soul. It was her natural disposition. A completely shameless harlot that loved to dance in her self-made moonlight in naked splendor with sand beneath her feet, twirling and teasing until all of light and life was sucked in by her vampiric lips and lycanthrope snarl. Leaving a dazed and complacent blindness of rapture and tremors within the essence of the universe. The globe an oral fixation engulfed by her lewd lips that crave the little lusts and loves of the species.

Colors fade into black as everything in time fades into the Black Goddess, Kali.

One Hundred and Fifty and Six

Thrumming giddy vibrations of sound, shimmering and evaporating into my body. A colorful spray of paint across the unending sky. It sprinkles down frosts that creates a wetness. The wetness engulfing all of my disposition. As my fingers grip into the smoothest of furs. My Body taut and tense, my breaths in gasps as I rock back and forth , heaving my full weight astride a magnificent beast. A magnificent beast, A wild and strange beast. A great beast, I think. The Great Beast, I feel. An envisage of The Great Beast with all of his dragon sprit, his leopard appearance, his bear feet and the fangs in his lion mouths. I look above and feel the kisses of Nuit sprinkle down on to me. I open my mouth and agape I consume her into my scarlet soul. I reach my arm up to slide my hand through the azure of the zenith.

My fingers grasping onto the Cosmos ablaze within the seers divine chalice. The Great Beast galloping heavy and strong through the orifices of Geb. Periodically penetrating through the caverns of the sky's lover. The lover, Nuit in turn sprinkles her sorrow and love on the plane, Geb. Pressing my body closer to the beast as I balance the chalice of the abominable in my hand. Behind us a band of androgynies driven mad by the Bull of Minoa. They are drunk on vice and run to us for their liberations. Leaning in closer to the beast, my nipples brushing against his soft fur. I lean in to a ear on a head of The Great Beast. Into his ear sweet decadent secrets of the intellect will I speak. A maenad of the Cosmos, that I am. As it is so my thoughts drift, it is only natural that Bakkos would send them after me. Bakkos is terribly mischievous in the light of the moon. He sends me these abominable children that seek what they prize the most. I shall never let them enter my sacred chalice! The Great Beast, my companion rides with me as he is the most abominable of them all. Bound to me by a nature of sweet decedent musings.

In a Maenads hunt the condition of things are reversed. Do I hunt as they hunt me? The hunt on each other. The ultimate chase and the permanent fix for the abominable. This chase is much too fun. The strong passion to keep them running. To completely drain them in to submission. Multi colored psyche’s trickling down my body. Giving me molten jolts of ecstasy. The abominable children fall into the crust of life again in submissive exhaustion. The Great Beast and I ride on into the perpetual abyss of chaos and its isolate intelligence.