Sacred Whore

...This crowd of boys standing round your face
Eradicates forbidden pleasure.
Your loins are the source of twilight grace,
The eidolon of blinding treasure.

And every touch to impudent skin
Makes the dark waves to burst all minds.
You‘re mighty queen of enlightening sin,
Shrine of death and redeemer of crimes.
 
You are my
Sacred whore,
Lightning that awakens worlds.
Laughing hell,
Firing storm,
Harbor of the lonely souls.
Secret caves
To be torn,
And your mouth’s
Full of cream.
You are my
Sacred whore,
Bride of Christ, perfect dream.

Like a lamb of a lunatic Easter,
Monsters grab your quivering breast.
I should call you my mother or sister
To commit this vicious incest.

You are my
Sacred whore,
Lightning that awakens worlds.
Laughing hell,
Firing storm,
Harbor of the lonely souls.
Secret caves
To be torn,
And your mouth’s
Full of cream.
You are my
Sacred whore,
Bride of Christ, perfect dream.