Sweet Lamia enters the scene of one night's deep dream, the perfect incarnation of some erotic scheme; her eyes of unquenchful
fire glowing in the dark, her kiss a promise, shivering with hot sparks. My Manto mumbles meaningful metaphors, while I
search for my mistress' holy grail; erected postures beguile the warm bedroom floors evoking reactions she sure won't fail.
Soft yet tight lips engulf my full half moon, leaving me in anguish of exploding far to soon. she turns to me and softly
smiling asks me to relent, but still there's nothing to repent, as i fill ( up ) the mouth of the serpent. - A serpent
?? Lamia ? - A Lamia ! Lamia ? - A Lamia ! Now it's flesh to flesh and now it's bone to bone ( the ) deepest embrace as
I have ever known; yet while soft as cream meets hard as stone recumbent oboedience ( is ) possessed by me alone. She sucks
my blood, she sucks my veins, leaving me the dark bliss of some more mortal pain. Her vermillion body's glowing in the room,
she's the demon's mistress and reveals it far too soon. A children of Hekate has trapped me in her bed, - I'm her new found
victim, not realizing the threat, deriving from her Circean head !! ( is it real or a dream ?? )
HUNGER Lamia: "My names are the many, but Lamia is one, I'm known by all the people from Zmaragd to Babylon. I once was
a proud queen on warm Libya's shore, The heaven was open,Zeus loved me like no one before. But Hera, always jealous, so
jealous of my joy, She robbed me my children, each girl and each boy. My Lilim, little Lilim, Lilith's children have all
died, My power, my glory and all my love ( have ) been defied. -Defied ! Oh Lamia, proud Lamia, what has become of you
? To rob other children, what else could you do ? Your hate and your anger have led you to kill, To track down choise children
and (to) eat them is your will. Now parents hide your children, now your children hide away, Unless you don't want them
to see a new day ! My hunger is growing, a hunger soon to still, My stomach is rumbling, a stomach to fill. - To fill !
Punished to be a serpent I'm bound to plough the soil; My body is hideous, a face to recoil; The shape of a woman, the trunk
of a snake: These forms too are known to be my cruel fate. With aid of god Hermes ( I'm ) a woman once more, But can I
love someone, love someone as before ?? I must find me young man and seduce him to lie down, I must drink from his live
and wear a marriage gown. Text by Domin
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