… for there are love and love.
The Book of the Law, A. Crowley
There is the dove, and there is the serpent.
You’re ready to lose me at once
I know I may have a single chance
Always unattached
But with every touch
We dive into and bathe in passion
Even when it wasn’t our intention
But only at first
And not denying the thirst
Once again – found in lust
By laws of nature pure and just
During the night time and undercover
Embrace the menace of your serial lover
My love has no trace of a feather
It bends and swirls at my will
You don’t care when we wind together
But time and again I shed my skin
Be ready to lose me at once
You know you may have a single chance
Always unattached
But with every touch
We dive into and bathe in passion
Even when it wasn’t our intention
But only at first
And not denying the thirst
Once again – found in lust
By laws of nature pure and just
During the night time and undercover
Embrace the menace of your serial lover