A SAINT'S DAMNATION Aleister Crowley You buy my spirit with those shameless eyes That burn my soul, you loose the torrent stream Of my desire, you make my lips your prize, And on them burns the whole life's hope: you deem You buy a heart; but I am well aware How my damnation dwells in that supreme Passion to feel upon your shoulders bare, And pass the dewy twilight of our sin In the intolerable flames of hair That clothe my body from your head; you win The devil's bargain; I am yours to kill, Yours, for one kiss; my spirit for your skin! O bitter love, consuming all my will! O love destroying, that hast drained my life Of all those fountains of dear blood that fill My heart! O woman, would I call you wife? Would I content you with one touch divine To flood your spirit with the clinging strife Of perfect passionate joy, the joy of wine, The drunkenness of extreme pleasure, filled From sin's amazing cup. Oh, mine, mine, mine, Mine, if your kisses maddened me or killed, Mine, at the price of my damnation deep, Mine, if you will, as once your glances willed! Take me, or break me, slay or soothe to sleep, If only yours one hour, one perfect hour, Remembrance and despair and hope to steep. In the infernal potion of that flower, My poisonous passion for your blood! Behold! How utterly I yield, how gladly dower Our sin with my own spirit's quenched gold, Clothe love with my own soul's immortal power, Give thee my body as a fire to hold-- O love, no words, no songs--your breast my bower! For Danie and Martin ^_^ i love you both a lot smack Orietta Hair are by Alicefey at Shattered_Elegance