5 THE BLACK MASS 2 You stand away to let your long lash curl About this aching body, fiery rings Of torture, o my hot anamoured girl Whose passion rides me like a steed and stings. Like a wounded snake infuriated With pain, you drive your reeking kisses home Into my flesh, their poisonous frenzy mated With this delirious anguish, bitter foam Of storm on some innavigable sea. Whip, whip me till I burn! Whip on! Whip on! Is it not madness that you wake in me? Is not this curse the devil's orison? Ah, devil! devil! when you grip me and glare Into mine eyes, and answer all the prayer!
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