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CALLASSA
Invicta Veritate
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Written by Callassa to her curly baby locks
Prelude to the Baths of Caracalla
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My Blood, My Body’s Aroma
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“Darling mine, boy-man, it has become dark so very quickly. Did you hear that sound, it was an owl?”
“Yes, it was. I know you like owls.”
“Yes, I do, they watch and they can see into our minds. You didn’t know that did you?”
“No. I’m thinking of an answer.”
“Please don’t. You woke thinking of me and no other. I can see into your mind too. Come closer, that’s better. How I do love you so very much.”
“Callassa, you are unlike all the others . . . How difficult you are to describe.”
“My beautiful darling, I know it so, and now, hold me because I want you to fly away with me, my darling love, fly away. Are you ready to be with me in the immortal condition? Are you? My darling? Whisper to me.”
“Yes, Callassa. My life is yours now.”
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In Divinam Condicionem
Imperatore Cesare
CARACALLA
Roma
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Together you and I, entwined. We are wet from each other’s body, wet from indulgences had, wet from welling within the extreme of extremes. I am lying atop you. I have no motion, no, only your breathing and my breasted swell, still the swell of my breast, heavy and soft.
There have been more visions, more experiences had in meam commemorationem, disturbing but what of them? There, my blood and my body’s aroma. There, the enjoyment of the laughter and the sound of my sigh. I have kept all of the tempestuous, all of the streaming and the bloodied terror.
Were you changed, as you have been during the past, changed, by these experiences with me? The answer is yes.
I have my hand upon your lower back and I am moving slowly down, between you. I have been among others, both men and women, their enjoyment of my body. You were a participant, my guest. Yes. You were the one holding my pleasure. The pleasure of my life between the making of death. Never to find abhorrent what was human inclination throughout their time emergent. Never to find abhorrent the blood spilling and the pleasure. The blood . . . The blood. No different then than ever it be. Never to find abhorrent what men do because it would mean the same regard to all men, everywhere and throughout time. Better to superimpose the pleasure, our pleasure, yes, the ultimate, the beauty mine during the most sought for enjoyment. The most sought for place never to be gone. The pleasure of the woman, the pleasure of me and me only, smeared upon the bestial picture of man. The infinitely great, upon the debasement of the gift of life. Woman upon man . . . Woman upon man . . . Woman upon man . . . Me upon you. Immortal upon mortal . . . Immortal upon mortal . . . Immortal upon mortal . . . Love upon hatred. I am all of these. I am the only condition and I have made you same. You are me.
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Prelude to the Baths of Caracalla
Written by Callassa to her darling baby locks
My Blood. My Body’s Aroma
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(C) Iulii MMXXIV
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CALLASSA
Invicta Veritate
