14 May - (Air) Liber LXV, 2:8-9
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**8. I gathered myself into the little boat, and for many days and nights did I love her, burning beautiful incense before her.
- Yea! I gave her of the flower of my youth.**
**8. I gathered myself into the little boat, and for many days and nights did I love her, burning beautiful incense before her.
- Yea! I gave her of the flower of my youth.**
Okay, I know where this is going.
Sweet Isis! I confess my weakness for her beauty—I love her, and I do love her each and every day, and every night.
Her image is intoxicating and it makes me drunk as I drink her in with my eyes. It's also poison, I know this already, but it doesn't stop me from losing myself in her bed, again and again. This love is borrowed, or stolen perhaps, and yet I feel that loving in this way is in fact an homage to the one who actually owns it. May I always remember where my love trends.Love and Will
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