I drink from your cup of madness,
And determine your dark mysteries,
Dwelling languidly within your mouth,
Abides the bitter sweet kiss of destiny,
Dancing to the celestial lunacy of your eyes,
And swaying to the bedlam of your mind,
Infected by the insanity of the moment I rise,
Moistened by the crazed rapture of my tongue,
As I penetrate the contours of your desire,
You will begin the pilgrimage of ecstasy,
And Feel the tides of pleasure,
Rise within your body a masterful crescendo,
Crashing over your senses,
Like spastic quivering exploding stars,
In the heat of passion conceive,
Holy, Religion, God, Euphoria! ! !
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