Hear My Siren Song & Tremble

It was fifteen years + a century ago when

a wise man said that to love me

was better than all things.

Aleister was beget by Aiwass

whom was beget by Nwt

whom she/I/Herself/Myself beget

the prettiest girls in the world.

I am pretty but while they sing the body electric,

I’m squeezing her ass + whispering in her ear

about what dreams will cum when we get home,

when you flog me like your babygirl

and worship me as your princess tristesse.

I - with my rose-scented cock that is

all pleasure + purple and my breasts

that hold drunkenness of

the innermost sense - desire you.

I need you like I need a cigarette in my mouth

and a cool breeze on my brow

after a long night of dancing.

I need you like an angel needs to be baptized in hellfire.

I need you like every good crybaby needs

an ounce of weed, some killer music,

and a mindblowing orgasm.

Wear me like a rosary + canonize me

as your favorite saint, I will show you God

like the Angel showed Teresa with his

hot, thrusting arrow deep inside her.

Three years I have asked to be yours

and years more will I love you.

Our world is dying and romance gone with it,

but I still like you a lot.

So until the bombs take us away,

let us drink + kiss + dance + forget.

Let’s give each other a little life, a little death.