All Night in White Stains by Aleister Crowley.
“So in our lusts, the monstrous burden borne
Heavy within the womb, we wait the morn
Of its fulfillment. Thus eternity
Wheels vain wings round us, who may never die,
But cling as hard as serpent’s wedlock is,
One writhing glory, an immortal kiss.” [via]
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