two hands, two hold
From distant eyes that seem to guide the dove-
Sorrow and Joy join to form the gully.
Venus allows a loose embrace of love
While Farewell is Pluto's ripe to sully
The thrust of Desire's dagger is deep
In flesh that is fragrant & fertile soil.
Pleasure of fruit from the foam of the seed-
Erotic joy for which we crave and toil.
A whole world is open for you to sire-
A prison that yearns for your missing touch.
A Lover that craves you - his soul desire
Sacrifice yourself and have twice as much!
Commit or Lust,
The bet is yours to make.
Against the gods,
It's just your soul to take.