two hands, two hold

From distant eyes that seem to guide the dove- Sorrow and Joy join to form the gully. Venus allows a loose embrace of love While Farewell is Pluto's ripe to sully

The thrust of Desire's dagger is deep In flesh that is fragrant & fertile soil. Pleasure of fruit from the foam of the seed- Erotic joy for which we crave and toil.

A whole world is open for you to sire- A prison that yearns for your missing touch. A Lover that craves you - his soul desire Sacrifice yourself and have twice as much!

Commit or Lust, The bet is yours to make. Against the gods, It's just your soul to take.