Onto the solar plains of Troy, it was Sunn O))), the man-lion, near to the shores, waiting for the ships that came from the erotic mïst to arrive.
Cursed he was -or not- by a blue magic-woman of the barbaric mountains of Hábila; that are blue.
In teletrans, Helen of Troy arrives to the hot sänds before her ship.
Sunn O))) beholds her astonished. Her shiny thighs and the round vagina appear underneath the flying peplum: impulsively he wants her to love.
...Now she's taken to the soft chambers to blowjob the heroes.
...That night, Sunn O))) the man-lion, it climbs by the poison ivies of the castle walls under an Atlantic, purple moon: Helen is sleeping naked under the excessive mildness of the nightbreeze: she smells his hormones and opens her sex like an athlete of the nations of the East...she wants to give her cunt only to him now.
...In ultra-violet sequence, he does penetrate her deep, into the centre of her legs, wide open.
Over the purest white bed.
Forever.
Helen of Troy was a sexual toy for the Trojans; but Sunn O))) loved her: somehow made her free..?
That night Helen disappeared.
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