Excerpts from SCOURGE

Inside a Woman
Leading you by the wrist
Arriving at our trist
You feel my neck-soft kiss
Then let me into you
Pushing my passion through
Each stroke to share with me
Your instincts to set free
We'll bleed the moon tonight
I'll save you from your plight
I'm hard inside of you
Deep where desire grew
Your skin so smooth to test
Sigh as you heave your breast
Just let me see your face
We'll purify this place
Ours is a fated task
Thrusting upon the grass
Flesh fusing into one
Gasping until we're done
To you my seed is given
Abate the carnal rhythm
And now I've entered in
Content like bloated sin
Please open yourself again.
-2000
A Theme Regurgitated
Love--art thou not a snake?
Dost thy strike induce mine heart to quake?
Wouldst thou snare solace in thy coils
Whilst my injured esteem toils?
Love--oust thyself ergo I wake!
Love art thou not a curse?
Wherefore hast thou my distress made worse?
Hath thy plot render'd hope be slain?
Lest I long to dream in vain?
Love--thy feats spoil the poet's verse!
Love--art thou not a thief?
Thine envy hath swindled joy for grief!
Hitherto trusting all for naught!
Whence came passion so distraught!
Love--I adjure thee for relief!
How oft I've seized what thou forbade!
In youth's brash sleep I've disobeyed!
Sweet vintage in a lonely glade!
Elysium of constant shade!
Thy vileness we shall promptly smite.
Mankind enfin can chance to gloat!
Impaled upon the words we write,
We've honed our craft to cut your throat!
-2004

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