Eroticism in Art.

I was beyond, infatuated with the distinguished charm of this recalcitrant delinquency, this grotesque deviance of the profanely unorthodox, reforming even the most arbitrary notions of art, into willful surrender. It was beauty, that did not appeal, to the induced pallet, but rather to the putrid heart. I fancy that the designated overtones of Edenic imagery, had sustained a fluent rapport, with the poignantly elicitable predominance of Gothicism, and the flourishes of the decadent whole, were made tenuously arabesque. It was an oil painting of Adam and Eve indulging in mutually sensual coitus, with the serpent himself embracing their nude vessels. I inquired the painter, himself, Edmund Rudolph a gifted friend of mine, to explain a portion of his rudimentary purport pertaining to the conceived design, and I remember on that foggy night, during our lengthy travel to Birmingham, he said,

"Are we not bound by the coil of errancy, is this not the distinguishing defect of our pathetic nature. The serpent has known our deviant desires since the inception of our strain, why shall he not fornicate, with the originals of this irredeemable pact. You merely despise him because he reminds you, of your false righteousness, and the carnality by which we are forever assailable. He is the only truth my friend, and we must yield"