Literature
Ganymede
Spirit me away for fondness or rape;
the consummate nymph am I.
In the Night's opaque and sinuous folds,
when the heavenly luster all but fades,
I come undonebecome more real
as I feel heartbeat quicken.
For, only under such demonic cover
can desire be truly borne,
can I appease that licentious, ravenous beast
who dwells within my stomach's seat.
I lower myself, and am exalted.
The flames of lust positively lick my feeble bones,
as Asmodeus attends them with his loving
and sulfurous breath. Such feverish heatthe finest
of crucibles!doth spurn me forward,
make me more ready to accept thy presence