lechery

Outside I heard the gamin howl to an implacable seraph,  a cry consumed by its own echo, "coquetry does pierce my woman though she claims she does not swallow!" Then laughter poured from every brothel, and in the pub they clanked their mugs, while foam dripped from their hands and beards.   Inside I felt a mien of aphrodisia careen out of your mouth and under the languor of a snow eclipsed moon you bowed. Chills grasped my spine as I listened through the wall,  a voice in hushed pulses cried out and loud a praise,  "you are most resplendent in the red light of the snake lamp." I've witnessed the apotheosis of finite morality and the progress of sin through mortality, for the two are conjoined in every human core.  And nothing can assuage a hunger when it rests upon eternity, no reason climbs above the forcefulness of the thigh.