Babalon Fireflies dance in the distance As the drums beat louder and harder Matching the cadence of my heart Men stare lustfully at undulating hips Imagining my sex Yearning to touch my womanhood As the fire illuminates my skin Primal scents fill the air Wine and whisky and sweat and lust ….. Heaving my breasts toward them Blazing eyes smiling back I am Babalon Sensual, ravenous, shameless and free! Feeding fantasies and raw desire I am the snake winding my way around the cup I am the cup I offer it freely And no one can turn away For it is potent, intoxicating, vital and pure It is the reason for life And the life of reason Copyright © 2014 by Pneumatikos. Share this:ShareEmailFacebookTwitterLike this:Like Loading...