She smacks my face; “your last breadth you near had
you drank the blazen flower lust has made you mad”
It’s the kings wife, “save ours your soul, find Apsara intox you must
avoid the blaze turn gods to dust”

I see my nymph and watch as one two three lovers to stone they turn
I watch her approach, before she joins she has two bottles to drink from
one for her and, one poison blazen for mortal burn
I see my opportunity, switch the bottles before she has some

As a fourth lovers falls she beckons over a fifth
their unholy communion never sees me
bottles I swap my hands are swift
As five succumbs to stone, I offer myself to her for free

As before she drinks and I drink, but blazen her, she is under my spell
intoxication lust drugs, I carry her to Sardula altar high
indulge he must, with lust attacks, but scent he smell
the nymph and the lion, collapse the walls, dust carves the sky

The spell’s broken, people release, my mind is free
the King chats all, to me, the Queen, the shadowed teen
“for you” to me “in life only one Queen should be
from Darkness into light she will be seen

The answers inside – love will shine a light on one person”
as the sun began to rise, and over the hills she came
a beauty walk towards but her face hides shadow from the sun
the perfect mortal bod; do I know her what is her name

But just as her face is about to be revealed another stands in her way
“wake up” it’s the teen, I am back in Khajur today
“new guest you meet sir” I look, “my god are you the king and queen”
“excuse me sir” is their reply, never a stranger look have I seen

Content, Content, Content, Content, Content, I glimpsed my life Queen

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Half towns people have been carved in a dust storm
Danger everywhere the temple statues form
I run away and into the shadow man; the teen from my time
believe in the unbelievable rings like a mind chime

He Introduces the kings wife, both with heads clear and free
our only hope is to free the King in the temple white
temple guards are carved of stone, the king is free
“there is but one way to stop the gods carnal fright”

“end this carnage you must bring together two Gods unknown
Apsara the heavenly nymph and Sardula part lion cannot join
this breaks unholy cycle trapping them in stone
inside you must go again to trick their unknown join
 
the nymph can be drugged with the blazin flower
take her to the alter and hide her face
Sardula wont resist a chance to poison a new nayika this hour
but beware the flower is in the water all over this place”

And back in the temples of lust I go, the nymph I must
find, the danger is real but temptation is a flower
drunk again the heady blends of erotic fruit lust
this thirst I cannot quench its got a sensual power

I want to stop but enticing allure me back in
from temple to orgy altar I fall
again indulging wholly unholy carnal sin

Danger indulge: The closer I get to my own demise the hungrier I be
Danger Indulge: without knowing; soon my soul will be sand stone and ever never free
Danger Indulge: as I fall from her to another my flow’s stopped by one
Danger Indulge: my attention her finger leads me away for more unholy fun

Slipping, slipping, slipping, slipping away, one last breadth

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I wake with fear in the temple of which I do not know
day night, not sure, all round the copulation still gush flow
my head pains blazen hurt, lust drunk, much too much too much too
keep it going going no one looks up, it’s not about me and or you

Is it possible I have had enough
all round I see town folks carnal pursuit
too crude each practice shows the heart gone rough
my mind fights off temptation’s carnal root

Retreat advances, lust I feel suffocated
no sacred union survives here, each all channel wife man man wife wife man
hungry energy cannot hide their eyes devastated
discontinue if they wanted, I do not think they can

hour after hours since I stopped, intoxication from me falls
why are there less and less people around?
as more and more carving form perfect on the temple walls
so life like each character their stone body carved so perfect never found

my eyes do not deceive, I do see what I see
these are not costumes but animals
no mask but head of cow, of goat of monkey
all actions inside are of the surrender rituals

the shadow mans words haunt my thought full
“Once round altars path like the rest you’ll go, stone and sand you will be”
I now know what it means, once one’s carnal in every temple,
turned to stone they be, our souls fill the wall never to be free

must stop, the animal gods and their sacrifice
must stop, the towns people and their lethal vice
must stop, the intoxication, this is not my time my soul must be free
must stop, my temptation is real, my eyes open but I must not see

Danger, danger, danger, danger, danger, and then back creeps temptation

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this tiny light wakes spins in my dream
from behind the mountain shines this perfect bright beam
against the temples and down on me
sitting outside the temples how can that be

a face of shadow dark, with a voice of young blocks my way
“Once round altars path like the rest you’ll go, stone and sand you will be”
What he means I do not know, how I understand I could not say
as familiar his voice sounds, distracted by the time ten hundreds old it be

the temples of pleasure, to his wife the Kings gift
inside, faces from the rural mural but more alive and drunk with lust
costumes; Lion, monkey, cow goat, and elephant indulge every carnal lift
stories happened, happening, carvings were and are true, real yes, only my eyes I trust

my knowledge of carnal position has now exploded
everywhere two three four more an unholy elastic communion
dark arcs, to face and face away, the medusa, in concert body moulded
exchange, indulge, many love love many, the ultimate body fusion

coitus all round, drunk lust, I must indulge indulgence I need now
eat blazen flower and taken to the altar of copulation, my decision
drowning in sea of beauty, nothing sacred, not even holy cow
across from me the one with bovine mask demands every position

More more, all town must have joined the party fornication
more more, we’re falling over from lust and the blazen intoxication
more more, my eyes open but who with me in deed
more more, manic demonic hunger must feed

Indulge, indulge, indulge, Indulge, indulge, but fear I feel

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An afternoon in Khajuraho baking under the red sun’s scorch
Watching the fan spin spin dizzy on the lodge porch
Thinking of the day gone, life done and the sights seen
Spin spin in my mind’s eye together a round and more in between

temples of khajuraho erotic statues so extreme
Monkey, Cow God fornicate with the immortal lithe pose
transport me there, perfect carvings; the bods, the acts, are a toxic erotic dream
This woman who owns the mortal god like bod no one knows

I look around and compare this god like beauty
nothing compares, no one does what she did
why settle for second best when there’s a maiden like her to see
 no more except, accept I must forbid

Round round: my my the red sun cycle spinning erotic rolling, merging
Round round: my past and around together, deeper into the darkness I’m falling
Round round: my now, drowsing my eyes, deep and deeper, I’m slipping from this place
Round round: my hope, spinning, rolling, further further, thumbling to a new space

Darkness, darkness, darkness, darkness, darkness, then a tiny light

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How frightened they would have been
an entire generation again never seen
fuel filts through your veins the reward you found
an eye for an eye, a pound for a pound
three of you held on suspicion
your evils, shylock’s way the only decision

How frightened they would have been
an entire generation again never seen
taking one fifty plus seven years
their last seconds were burnt with fears
for their family, every moment did count
the horrors they bleed will never cease to mount

How frightened they would have been
an entire generation again never seen
when you end a life do you think of the pain
the system will not let theirs be in vain
Think about their misery when you’re not here
now for you, endless pain torture and fear
How frightened they would have been
an entire generation again never seen

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