You know that feeling when music plays in the background
Whipped cream and strawberries on the bed
most people rush through I'd rather take it slow instead
You know that feeling when there's rose petals,
That lead inside the room
We both stand here naked as we wait upon the moon
You know that feeling when it starts
If my tounge starts on your body
Is when you give me most your heart
You know that feeling when you say he's a teaser
well tonight my lady I ll be your pleasure pleaser
You know that feeling when it feels more better
My tounge falls between your legs
The secret that gets you wetter
As time goes by,
I hear the sound of your voice
Your love feels like church,
And I'm dying to rejoice
You know that feeling when I'm deeper
Your nails stratching my back
Your moans grow louder
and your becoming more louder
You know that feeling when your legs come to my shoulder
As we ease on to the wall
Eating until I feel a river fall
You know that feeling when  evertime I get inside
Your something like a goddess when you climb on top and ride
I know you know your riding is the best
The feeling of you riding with my face between your breast
You know that feeling when you lose control
We've went in so many places its like were trying to travel
You know that feeling when your trying to hold stable
I enter from behind as she grips on to the table
No my baby never lacks
The deeper I go in
The harder she throws it back
You know that feeling when you lasting for hours
Our bodies are both wet as she's eaten in the shower
I promise I ll always give this kind of endurance
Your body is in good hands
Your my allstate insurance
Our last position is the 69
But tonight will be 68
Because I wanna make you mines

In today's world religion can be hard
To tackle since so many view it as barred
Away from the world like the poor dying man
People avoid as best that they can

But what is the price of being uptight
About suppressing the essence of life?
Why is it so that it can be so wrong
To speak of the motives that guide us along?

Religion is not just a vast collection
of various mythical origin legends
Religion is the root of motive and desire
Religion is wood, humans are fire

So how can it be that the absence of thought
Is how some are marketed after they are bought
Into a title that simply describes
A lack of connection to open blue skies?

How can it be so, that siblings can fight,
Over which one is wrong and which one is right,
When in the end the real problem is
A lack of empathy for hers and for his

Where does it say that you have to sign up?
Why do I have to drink from anyone's cup?
What prevents me from creating my own?
What prevents me from being alone?

Why do you look down upon me so,
For having not only courage to say no,
But to say no and also be self-assure
For my essence is pure, and so is yours

Question not the names and titles
Question not the idol or idols
Question not those who dare to walk alone
For it is from the same cloth that we are all sewn

Question not the small details
That can breed such conflict, but to no avail
Question not the symbols or form
Question not those who deviate from norms

Question attempts to segregate
Question any actions fueled by hate
Question your mother, question your father,
Question your friends if you dare bother

Question anyone who you care for
Religions are doorknobs and humans are doors
For it is religion that truly precedes
The philosophies carried by you or by me

So question your friends, go on, it's ok
Hopefully the world will reach a day
Where religion is the opposite of a taboo
Where religion is recognized as what makes you

So question the motives, question desire
And most importantly, question those who set fire
To other's religions, to other's homes
Violence is never the answer

I've been waiting here for such a long time,
inside this waiting room, inside my mind.
I'm sitting alone, I wait for my turn,
While all the while, my suppressed heart burns.

The woman at the desk sits with no fear,
She knows who I am and why I am here
Neither she nor I knows why I wait
but I have an advantage, I believe in fate

Although I am waiting, I know not what for,
I know not what lies beyond that door.
I dream it is happiness, tranquility, and peace,
but perhaps it is just the lair of a beast.

I'm chained down to my chair, but I never fight,
I'm only a prisoner of my own device.
Why do I wait, why can't I run free?
I need that door, it's become part of me.

So yes, I'll wait, until the room ends,
since it's in my mind, on me it depends
I will wait in this room as long as I can,
wishing all the while to be a real man.

Don't tell me he's a bad boy,
Because I already know.
Don't tell me he'll hurt me,
Because I already know.
But how could you,
You of all people,
Know how this feels?
To know he's a tool,
But loving when he smiles at you;
To hear him ask about how you are
And knowing you're not his only one;
To ache for him to whisper your name
With the idea he'll break your heart?
I know these things
As clearly as I know the sun raise,
But all notion and reason escape
When he meets my eyes…

I re-experience her,
here,
yes here.
The joy that was lost long ago.
We share again,
we smile again.
I remember the only thing,
the river,
the warmth.
I confess,
something never said before.
We share again,
we smile again.
It wasn't meant to be,
but still,
I wait,
here,
yes here.