Lycoris-Erotic Poetry

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Lycoris
POEM
BY C
DEAN
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Lycoris
POEM
BY C
DEAN
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Publishers
introduction
Ah dean this
Lycoris
of thee be it seems full of images
Oriental like glass tinted with
phosphorescent arabesques dean
thee be a nightingale singing contralto
but what be thy
Lycoris be it they
seem to be miniature epylla but then

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again be thy Lycoris

be a Sheela na gig but then what an
icon for fertility or a symbol against
lust or perhaps a amulet to protect
against the devil Ahh perhaps an
talisman of feminism a rebellion
against misogyny or then a message
about females body and its power
but Ah dean this
Lycoris
of thee it must be said be an ornate
iridescence of style pictures painted
in tints of amber exfoliating sounds
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like foam rolling on the sea shore

kiss ones ears caress ones flesh
stimulate ones mind with diaphanous
delights of images and luculent
dreams in Symbolism
Aestheticism Decadence or perhaps
Post-Post-Modernism Ah dean
this Lycoris
of thee be a tapestry of prismatic
colours of ecstatic lovlinessa one
feels run thru ones mind patterns of
scenes’ stimulating like threads of
pink silk flowing o’er ones quivering
flesh Ahh such delights an alchemy
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with words and sound creating an

opulence of exquisiteness that makes
ones veins throb Ah dean this
Lycoris
of thee is a fresco full of rapturous
colouring is this work poetry or a
painting perhaps some word Alma
Tadema or Waterhouse what ‘er it
be it sends fumes to titillate and
catapult one into joyous rapture
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PrefaceComest pilgrim comest hold the hands

of Death and dance a tarantella
Skip
Hop in thy Bacchanalia trance

Dance
Dance with Death breathe o’er it thy breath
Dance and prance thy feet keep Death in thy
grasp
Laugh
Dance kick up thy feet and
Dance
Dance with fast pace
And laugh Death in its face
For thenst Death hast no fear for thee
For thenst Death canst thee embrace
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Lycoris
Ahh Lycoris thee be the finished
Aphrodite of kos of Apelles but sayeth
I that beauty of I that beauty of mine
shallst die and in the clutch of Death shall
caress and pass thru the gate fromst which
thy cunt perfume musk-strewn shallst lift
the faces of flowery blooms upon thy grave
say I singeth and not thee weep singeth
and sup the wine of spring that fromst
which
life doth spring singeth with such song that
the rose mistaketh thee for that nightingale
and blooms do shoot forth upon the barren
branches high withered singeth singeth
Lycoris and joyous be thee be and weep
not thee let thy cheeks flesh flush pink with
life for the desert blooms in thy sight
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Lycoris
Ahh Lycoris thee weep not at thy death
be it in many morrow hence Lycoris thee
weep not not have thy feet in thy grave
during the springtime of thy days for
listen thee all for doth sayeth Lycoris that
whilst the cunt of thee doth smile at thee
doth sayeth I Lycoris its perfumed
breath shallst to flowery blooms the thorns
of the bramble turn thy pink flushed lips
out shine the dawn life to thee for they
hunger for thy cunts face they hunger for
paradise in the lips of thee that flesh that
brineth joy and doth ease the pains of life
so Lycoris do not thee mourn thy coming
death hence for thy life be endless felicity
for in thy cunt all lamentations fade into
nightingale songs and perfumes of rose
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Lycoris
Ahh Lycoris pursueth thee doth Death but
ast thee skips to dance thru the springtime of
thee the cunt of thee leaveth in thy wake
perfume that coats the flesh of Death with thy
breath and bringeth to flower the gardens of
Babylon buried deep in the shifting sands
Ahh Lycoris pursueth thee doth Death but
in thy wake thee maketh roses bloom along
those withered limbs of Death thee maketh
that flesh of Death flushed pink with the life
that thee leaves in thy wake Oh Lycoris thy
cunt brimming o’er with jasmine liquidity that
chalice of liquid life that bloom bringeth to life
all the gardens of that ancient world deep
buried in shifting sands the breeze musk-tinted
with thy flesh bringeth all to youth again
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Lycoris
Ahh Lycoris runeth thee down the
pathway of spring joyous be for in the
winter of thy dance Death awaiteth thee
so throw back thy neck and laugh with
joyous song the pink flushed flesh of thy
cunt doth say thy spring hath come Ahh
Lycoris howeth the throng of the sad doth
scatter away whenst thy cunts breath doth
kiss their flesh that crowns their days
with mirth and the froth of joyousness that
o’er flows the purple rim of the cunt hole of
thee sadness tyranny shallst dissolve and
lamentations fade away so Lycoris down
the path of thy spring do dance whilst the
pink flushed flesh of thy cunt doth glow in
the face of Death laugh sing out and
perfume its face with thy scented breath
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Lycoris
Ahh Lycoris that cunt of thee sayeth I
turneths this speck of woe into paradise
heaven sayeth I resides in that curling
flesh flushed pink so Death whenst time
commeths for thee to kiss the lips of I I
whilst grab thee by thy throat and press thy
lips to the cunt of I and press till upon the
lips of thee leave I embossed in that putrid
flesh a flowery bloom that be the cunts
imprint of I andst thy flesh shallst breathe
our perfumes upon this world of woes and
into blossoms shallst burst and thy flesh
shallst be burned by the lifeness of I and
thee shallst away turn fromst that cunt
hole I for it willst scorch thy eyes and
turneth thee blind that thee canst not seeth
I or all they born upon this earth of we
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Lycoris
Ahh Lycoris thy cunts a flame of lust a
fire of desire that flickers shadows o’er the
flesh of Death that dance about its feet
and draws sighs fromst it ast the moth be
drawn to the candles flame death be drawn
to thee Oh Lycoris thee be a lighthouse
light that guides the wayfarers of life a
radiance that attracts all to thee a radiance
that burns the flesh of Death a radiance
that scorches its drooping limbs and sends
it back despondent back to its grave deep
seated in the earth Oh Lycoris all thee of
this world drink impassioned fromst that
cunts cup of thee their mouths musk-
sweetened all thirst for thee so think not of
Death that waiteth for thee but all those
whom thy cunt cureth of their misery
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Lycoris
Ahh Lycoris thy cunts perfume doth
turn to drunkenness Death to wobble and
fall upon its feet that cunts cup of thee to
besottedness turns Death that it falls
upon the ground at thy feet trapped within
the woven threads of thy delights to squirm
with doleful tunes within its throat Ohh
Lycoris take thee thy cunt and fill the
earth with its joyousness wander Oh
Lycoris the world with the gladness of
thy flesh to cease the sorrowing and fling
thru the world the jasmine-scented tiding of
that cunt of thee of that lusciousness that
was once sent upon the breeze to Solomon
fromst the garden of Sheba Oh Lycoris
of thy garden of delight nightingales sing
with voices of heavenly melody
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Lycoris
Ahh Lycoris thy cunts kiss shallst still
the work of Death it shall quake and
tremble with those lips pressed to its flesh
clutch Ohh Lycoris Death face and with
lascivious desire see it turn and run run
fromst thee Oh Lycoris that kiss shallst
make it cry and fromst thee hide lift up lift
up Oh Lycoris thy cup of flesh andst
give as all the taste of bliss healer of
melancholies woes such that all shallst
cease fromst weeping Ohh howeth the
meadows show such beauteousness and
the warbling birds do sing of thy delights
and the unopened buds do bloom violets
and roses do fling their perfumes upon the
earth ast thee Oh Lycoris doth open thy
cunt and let all to view and see
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Lycoris
Ahh Lycoris throw off the morrows
fear of Death let thy cunt seize to-day the
joys each day doth bring that cunt of thee
be the source of the worlds felicity we all
can see so dance and sing andst thy cunts
lips unfurl to keep Death enchained within
the shadows purple of its realm joy andst
delight keepeths that thing called Death
locked within prison of its gloom for beth it
afraid of the light of life that glows fromst
that cunt of thee Oh Lycoris doth thee
see the rose glows within the light of thy
flesh laughter andst joy wafts o’er the
lands of spring for spring be eternal ‘neath
the cunts fires of thee but Ahh Lycoris
the sugar be but sweetened by thy cunt and
the flowers scent be but thy perfume
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Lycoris
Ahh Lycoris with thy cunts hole no
more shallst the pilgrims mouth touch some
other cup that cup of thee brimming with
felicity no more shallst the earth be barren
scourged by the thorns tip for in thy sight
Oh Lycoris the world bursts into
springtime eternal where abundance
blossoms o’er the land and crying and
woes be ended with the perpetual mirth and
joy that floweths fromst that cunt of thee
say I Lycoris joys path leads to the cunt
of I in the flesh of me no more miseries
nor sorrows be so grab Death by the
throat and give it thy cunt to drink
Lycoris andst laugh with joy at its
vomiting its diarrhea andst convulsings
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Lycoris
Ahh Lycoris with thy cunts scent calls
back all the flowery dead the dry earth
burst into bloom the deserts flower andst
the sighs of lovers longst dead echo o’er the
land with that cunt of thee uncurled to
roses red to deeper hue becomes and the
perfumes of all the blossoms thru all the
wild wildernesses be sweeter due to that
cunt of I up turn thy cunts cup Ohh
Lycoris andst pour out that musk-scented
froth and hear the soft sighs of all those
kings and Sufis that have died cry out
“place that cunt to our lips andst of our
flesh red dye” andst turn to Death and
around its neck place a flowery bouquet
Lycoris
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Lycoris
Ahh Lycoris sayeth I thee all skip
crawl or run come ye all to the cunt of I
come ye all to that cunt of flesh that
shinning hole of wine andst drink up thy
fill ast doth the Sufi with his juice of the
grape come come ye all and taste this flesh
sweeter than sugar of Shiraz more
perfumed than the lips of randy virgin girls
more beauteous than the hue of roses red
Up ye all call “ delight of our joys conceal
thy face not” andst to thy prays send I
that light to light thy path to I ye all poor
mendicants in search of paradise come ye
all and fill thy lips with the cunts froth of
I come ye all thee Death ast well tread
thy path to I forget thy task curled up in
the spongy flesh of I
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Come ye pilgrims and sit thee near the

grave of Lycoris and forget not the joys
she brought to the sadsome weary within
her grave atop bloomeths spider lilies
andst still up wells her perfume to scent
the flowery blooms
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Gamahucher press west geelong Victoria Australia

FP: ”Judith” by Gustav Klimt

seem to be miniature epylla but then

again be thy Lycoris

but Ah dean this

like foam rolling on the sea shore

with words and sound creating an

PrefaceComest pilgrim comest hold the hands

Hop in thy Bacchanalia trance

Come ye pilgrims and sit thee near the

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