Prayers
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A prayer, the Stabat Mater, engraved over the black flesh of an Abyssinian Virgin. Stabat Mater Dolorosa, He is on his Cross, Your son in pains and He cries to Your feet, He pierce with his bait, Your groaning body Sorried by dolor. O! how afflicted he is, Your loving raper, Virgin with such a fragile flesh, You wisper and You fear Under the affront of his arms, Why such tears? How not to cry Mistress to see You like this In this excess of dolor? How seing You like so Without a profond sadness, He who suffer with You? I send You to the torments, I tear You from my strokes, So that I forget my sins, I see You, my beloved, Dying and franzied until Your last orgasm. O! Virgin full of love, Make me feel Your dolor That I cry with You, Make my heart Embrase in love for You, Make it dream to please You. O! all sancified loving, Imprint in my soul The wounds of Your crucified body, Share with me The torments I inflict to you, So that I suffer with You, Make me die with You, Make me sympathize with Your sufferings of crucified virgin, From now on I want to stay with You, at the foot of Your cross And melt into Your dolor. Stabat Mater Dolorosa Do not cry anymore, virgin in dolor! |
These erotic prayers should be read under the guidance of a black Virgen.
CHOICE OF PRAYERS
Stabat Mater dolorosa Juxta crucem lacrimosa Dum pendebat Filius Cujus animam gementem Contristatam et dolentem Pertransivit gladius O quam turstis it afflicta Fuit illa benedicta Mater Unigeniti At the cross her station keeping Stood the mournful Mother, weeping Close to Me to the last Through her heart, His sorrow sharing All His bitter anguish bearing Now at length the sword has passed O that blessed one, grief laden Blessed Mother, Blessed Maiden Mother of the All blest One. |
Stabat Mater Dolorosa, He is on his Cross, Your son in pains and He cries to Your feet, He pierce with his bait, Your groaning body Sorried by dolor. O! how afflicted he is, Your loving raper, Virgin with such a fragile flesh, You wisper and You fear Under the affront of his arms, Why such tears? How not to cry Mistress to see You like this In this excess of dolor? How seing You like so Without a profond sadness, He who suffer with You? I send You to the torments, I tear You from my strokes, So that I forget my sins, I see You, my beloved, Dying and franzied until Your last orgasm. O! Virgin full of love, Make me feel Your dolor That I cry with You, Make my heart Embrase in love for You, Make it dream to please You. O! all sancified loving, Imprint in my soul The wounds of Your crucified body, Share with me The torments I inflict to you, So that I suffer with You, Make me die with You, Make me sympathize with Your sufferings of crucified virgin, From now on I want to stay with You, at the foot of Your cross And melt into Your dolor. Stabat Mater Dolorosa Do not cry anymore, virgin in dolor! Stabat Mater Dolorosa. |
O! free me from my bounds, free me from the raping of my virginity, free me from your fornication, free me from your flagellation, free me vilain from your ambush, free me from the sin of your flesh, free me from the anger of the male, free me from your perpetual desires of love, free me, o! free me from the corruption of my flesh, free me from my chains, o! free me, free me from my cross, o! my lover, free me from my thirst for love, Liberate me forever! |
Marco Polo or the imaginary journey (Missel de Prières érotiques1999) © 1999 Jean-Pierre Lapointe
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