In caves of ice, Aphrodite disrobed,
unveiling mountains formed by satin pools
and beckoned Thanatos, whose black tongue probed
through sky-shade flames and vixen-eyed jewels.
"Come lie with me," the Lady whispered soft,
curvaceous horizons along her thighs.
"Let them reign in immortality's loft,"
Echo hummed between Her porcelain sighs--
yet as pleasure climbed galaxies unknown,
the pallid King unsheathed charcoal-stained fangs
and wolverine nails, tearing vein and bone
along cliff-edge, where red waterfall hangs.
He smirked shrewdly above innocence wrecked.
"Now butterflies burn in love's defect."
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