OUROBOROS

they sway and prey unto the night to visit one who sleeps so unaware, so lone from care whilst warring shadows weep her incense lures the ancient lust she knows not where or why a duty cast of innocence confirmed by serpents' eye cotton thighs so soft so white thepath to pure perfection a swift and silent dominance of paralyzed selection consume my fragrance of regret move to my womb of trust pass through the belly of my heart with each delicious thrust now one, we leave the mortal flesh my gasp confirms contrition Akashatakes my memory, my maker, my religion