'A Place for Thee'
by Jordan Avon, with fire
in his heart, for his lady Jolene--
Within my heart, my lady fair
a place for thee is ever there
for thy sweet heart to live in mine
our souls to lovingly entwine
Thy raven mane, so soft and fine
runs through the fingers of my mind
I touch your tender, satin face
and loosen thy enfolding lace
So that we may see all we may
as Gods look down upon our play
to witness this Great Rite we join
with quivering hands and trembling loins
Release this passion to the stars!
The fairies dance with lust like ours
For surely pleasure's game's a rite
that honors all the Gods tonight.--