Quote by: Aleister Crowley

O bid these strangers go ; Turn to my lips till their cup overflow ; Hurt me with kisses, kill me with desire, Consume me and destroy me with the fire Of bleeding passion straining at the heart, Touched to the core by sweetnesses that smart ; Bitten by fiery snakes, whose poisonous breath Swoons in the midnight, and dissolves to death !


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Author Bio


  • NameAleister Crowley
  • Descriptionpoet, mountaineer, occultist
  • BornOctober 12, 1875
  • DiedDecember 1, 1947
  • CountryUnited Kingdom
  • ProfessionPlaywright; Novelist; Artist; Poet; Autobiographer; Writer; Mountaineer
  • WorksThe Book Of The Law