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from the Ahava-story-for-ya dept.
Poem inspired by reading Regardie's Big Book o' Golden Dawn, an impression I got there. Written in ~5 hrs.
Two gents on their third boilermaker (well, sixth, but who's counting?), swappin stories... the one sez to the other...
Then I took her. True, it was just my job, but
I would lie in saying that I disliked it.
Lord of Hosts! as sweet to my mouth as manna
she was, and stronger.
But, you know, her daughters have always been so;
O but I would like to have seen it that time,
Did she laugh? Indeed, I can well believe it.
Yet, for all it seems like we've always done this,
Lilith milks me dry every time we couple;
In my arms I took her and laid her down there,
Woe to me that ever I did so hurt her!
But I must not quicken her, I was ordered.
Oh don't look so shocked. Put yourself in my place.
She it was who cried out that I take wing then;
With my left arm over her chest, and that hand
high above the Garden, my loins afire,
Did I give her knowledge of good & evil?
Did you think of me in the years thereafter?
How we made eternity in that one day?
I remember. Yea, and in ages since then
I suppose that it was all foreordained thus;
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