All Night in White Stains by Aleister Crowley.
“Yet, did I raise my head, throughout the gloom
I might behold thine eyes as red as fire,
A tigress maddened with supreme desire.
White arms that clasp me, fervent breast that glides
An eager snake, about my breast and sides,
And white teeth keen to bite, red tongue that tires,
And lips ensanguine with unfed desires,
Hot breath and hands, disheveled hair and head,
Thy fevered mouth like snakes’ mouths crimson red,
A very beast of prey; and I like thee,
Fiery, unweary, as thou art of me.” [via]
ΚΕΦΑΛΗ ΚΘ The Southern Cross in Liber CCCXXXIII, The Book of Lies by Aleister Crowley.
“Love, I love you! Night, night, cover us! Thou art night, O my love; and there are no stars but thine eyes.” [via]
ΚΕΦΑΛΗ ΚΗ The Pole-Star in Liber CCCXXXIII, The Book of Lies by Aleister Crowley.
“Is it not so?… No?…
Then thou art not lost in love; speak not of love.” [via]
α Apologia from the Book of Wisdom or Folly in The Libri of Aleister Crowley
“because thou art the Child of my Bowels, I yearn greatly towards thee, o my Son” [via]