
Poet of Transcendental Pleasure
"I love to pronounce Your name on cold nights, in which angels get drunk on the nectar poisoned by lust; And I agonize As I recall in the immature colors of the delayed dawn the radiance of your eyes. -Somber Beast Lucky Beauty - These murky and swampy nights Which I usually drink from your thirsty mouth a perfume mingled with despair, still stirs in my memory a nostalgia for stars. Faint Flower of my Hungry Love; I venerate you and contemplate your numb babble of dreamlike paradises."conchitta
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