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- Reviewer sounds bitter and maybe needs some love
- In Nomine Babalon, XCIV
- Call of the 30th Aethyr
- “I watched, a leopard, stealthy in the corn, As if a tigress held herself above; My body quivered, eager to be torn, Stung by the snake of some convulsive love! The leopard changed his spots; for in me leapt The mate, the tiger. Murderous I sprang Across the mellow earth: my senses swept, One torrent flame, one soul-dissolving pang. How queenly bent her body to the grip! How lithe it slips, her bosom to my own! The throat leans back, to tantalise the lip:– The sudden shame of her is overthrown!”
- Autumn