The Gate of Heaven

I couldn't say no.
As the stars of heaven go unnumbered,
So does our attraction remain undefined.
Rapture, ecstasy,
A fire streaming through the chaotic void,
And blood flows upon the waiting earth.
I look upon her body virgin white,
A lily upon the coal black altar;
Twin rose buds stand peaked,
And rich dew flows from the very Gate of Heaven.

Her lips part to whisper honeyed words,
Dripping with desire, her body arches waiting.
Betwixt alabaster thighs awaits
The promise of eternal joy and life,
Endless rocking, to and fro,
A dew-kissed rose,
A quivering, waiting woman;
Between the pillars I move,
And I present the Gift of Tongues
Before the Gate of Heaven.

At my touch, her body shudders,
Lightning crashes,
And the stars fall from their jealous heights.
Never on Earth or in Heaven above
Has such ecstasy shivered and shattered
As in mortal flesh consumed in fire.
Hell, then? Mayhap...
But this I tell you sure:
Only through these desirous flames
Can a man reach the Gate of Heaven.

Her body bucks and arches,
She's waiting to receive;
She yearns, she aches, she needs,
And only creative force of God will sate her.
So I stand, and upraise myself
By the scales of the Serpent,
Until the Crown from on High sits upon my brow:
Then, and only then, do I dare to kiss her maiden face,
To feel her silken skin.
Then, between the Pillars I stand,
And thrust forward to penetrate:-
The Gate of Heaven.

I am tossed in the storm,
Rising, falling, crashing, and writhing;
She takes me, and I fall stricken.
My heart races, beating to match hers,
She screams, she shouts,
With crimson nails she marks me,
The Whore upon the Altar,
The Eternal Harlot Queen,
I give myself to her, and yield my blood to her cup,
And from her new life shall enter the world,
From beyond the Gate of Heaven.