The Oracle at Delphi
By Eris Vs. Eros
A Poor Porn Production
Copyright 2000, All Rights Reserved.

From Sparta the Warrior traveled. From Athens the Philosopher traveled. To Delphi they arrived.

Bowing at the door, not to Ares, the Brutal. But to Artemis, the Virgin Huntress, the Warrior Entered.

Bowing at the door, not to Athena, the Virgin Warrior. But to Apollo, the Rapist, the Philosopher Entered.

But it was to Aphrodite, that they came.

It was to the union of the Gods.

The embodiment of the Goddess was the priestess. Wearing No clothes, and No shame.

The Philosopher from the front.

The Warrior from behind.

No questions, silent movements.

The Warrior removed his sword, and armor. His penis unsheathed from it's fore skin.

The Philosopher removed his hat, and cloak. His clean cut tool in his hands.

The Warrior, swift, and bold. Enters the ass, the hushed sound of her shouts, as she presses herself upon the shoulders of the Philosopher.

The Man of the Mind, calculated, and precise, enters the vagina.

The Woman, is the union. The heart of wisdom is the binding.

The wild abandon, in and around, out, over, enter, leave, howls, the grunts from the wild man, who sodomy was no stranger.

The rhythm of the refined man like the music that the mathematician had played. In and out, in and out, in and out. Steady beats.

The waves of the woman, fractional and fractal. From plips upon a lake, to tidal waves over the town.

She shook. She died, and was reborn, in the waves. From the death of the ancients.

The seed of the men, spurt. Fill, the need. The need for the union.

The embodiment of the Gods. The embodiment of the self.

Ares dismounts Aphrodite, and Apollo removes his phallus from the Goddess.

The union is broken.

The mortals leave.