Mysts of Babalon
Murky white clouds caressing rolling hills
cleansed by the Mysts of Babalon.
The deafening silence of a long goodbye
from a desert oasis to silverwood lake,
the waters of Maim flowing from splendour to strength & back again,
freeing from shackles of self-imposed hate.
Transformed by the Mysts of Babalon
the curves of my body
the manifestation of desire; desire; desire.
Enraptured by the bonds and the ties that bind
digging into my flesh, I lose myself in the undulating rhythm.
Inspired by the Mysts of Babalon
the veils rise and fall on my breasts as I breathe,
as anticipation quivers my body,
wet with necar of desire, Life slips inside me with ease unfortold.