Together Entwined in our pa**ionate embrace Eons may come and go But will we ever know it Lost in lust as we are now But with lust sated ... Lay, as one still, but with loins satisfied What magick falls here? On a bed of pa**ion To make our lust seem like so much more Love is not real Love is not true Lust and pa**ion are the gods I serve And yet my heart stirs As if with wings to fly The need to be free Near tears it from my chest In its striving and yearning to plunge and die And I know So much I feel Love is more than what it seems And strikes even the most gnarled of hearts To revel in its beauty and its darkness