The Sun, The Moon, The Stars......and Venus
Authored By,
PussyLickins
Venus
The bright twinkling stars of the summer triangle comfort
me in the darkness. It’s three points stretching forth
brightly behind the crescent August moon. Soon the summer
triangle will make room, and finally be replaced by the
winter stars of Leo, and Sirius, better known as the Dog
Star. Other relatives from this family of mythic constellations
will also take their positions high in the night sky. These
fiery spheres will rise upward from the celestial horizon
and present a sparkling view of the heavens, while presenting
the astrological future to those that read the sun, stars,
and the moon. Some stars may well be on their way towards
becoming Hugh red giants. The next form they must take in
their long journey through adult stellar stardom. But
now my attention is being drawn away. Drawn away by beauty,
form and brilliance that out shines all that can be seen.
Yes, the planet Venus, beautiful little Venus. She hangs
low on a string in the sky like a child’s smile in the night.
But strange is she. Possessing a beautiful magical power
in her every glance, and move that mystifies and captivates
normal mortal men. A planet that presents no logical references,
as does her brother Mars when viewing his polar ice caps.
Venus is god’s heavenly answer to love and beauty. A sphere
that brings forth all that femininity has to offer. Rotating
in retrograde this she-planet spins clockwise backward
on her tilted axis. A tilt, one hundred and seventy nine
degrees the opposite of what is known to us, as up. Her ways
and total pattern of thought is only one degree off from
facing perfectly downward or at least in the opposing direction.
The planets two mountain ranges could never be slighted
or overlooked. They conjure visions of a woman’s breasts
whose majestic twin peaks with their hue of nutty brown,
pink, and buff suffused nipples, are so often referred
to as soft precious mountains… themselves. Its magnetic
field has not yet been detected. And therefore it is thought
to be non-existent, along with the very placement of her
misunderstood logic. Also a thick ammonium gas lies in
a heavy fog. Like a perfume, it lingers and mists her empty
gray lands with its yellow color. Empty from its Un-breathable
stench, it kills and wards off all that breath, too close
for her, own comfort. But it also produces the hotness of
a woman’s love, held and protected. A heated love, that
propels her to a stature of being the hottest planet to revolve
around our sun. But yes, she does revolve. And just as we
do, Venus shares this common celestial voyage of heliocentric
revolution. She has changed her mind. No more does she revolve
around the Earth of old. Her change in coarse discovered
by Copernicus was put forth to the world, replacing geocentricism
and all of its high fashioned earth centered view. And yes,
it is within the power of a conquering Venus that I too have
become victim. Fallen by her piercing arrow shot straight
through my heart. An arrow that, like her runaway green
housing atmosphere, allows for no sunbeams heat to ever
escape. My love is her captive. And in this captivity of
heated love, I become strong with useful purpose, and squirm
in hellish pleasures and delight. Too look upon her, within
me she produces a feeling of pure love and adulterated passion
that has remained unmatched in this current world. And
it is deep between my wanton thighs that I often yearn for
this love. It is within me, my blood she cast into heated
motion. Causing a blood race, heading toward but one goal.
…Reproduction. A blood race that heats feverishly towards
boiling point, stiffening its vessel of flesh into case
hardened steel. Then violently it abruptly convulses
and blows forth its vested fill skyward. A steaming white
stream of hot volcanic, life giving spews. Spew shot hard
and deep, whenever and wherever she allows me to touch the
contours of her outer form. Or lets me peer into her negative
space, with my naked eyes.
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