I really love my *****,
even in the morning
when It is a little stiff.
Even when It smiles at me
and I really have to ****.
Oh, yes I love my *****
and I think you'd love It too!

I really love my *****,
even in the afternoon,
when It sits so peaceful
and tells me them stories of days gone by,
of them maidens with oh so shining hair.
Oh, yes I love my *****
and I think you'd love It too!

I really love my *****
in the latest nights
It lets me let off steam
and fall asleep with ease.
I really love my *****
and you would love It too,
if just HE had a *****,
half as good as mine!

It burns when I ***
I guess you wanted to give me something
to remember you by.

It burns when I ***.
I've only ever been with you
so thanks for the gift
what you left before you left.

While I'm ******* shards of glass
I wonder who you got it from
you cheating *****!

I search of proof wherever I turn
proof of your existence.
I turn to nature and find no answer
only natural selection
that does away with your priests.

I search of proof wherever I turn
proof of your existence.
I turn to the books
all with conflicting answers.
So I end up doubting myself.

I search of proof wherever I turn
proof of your assistance.
But I doubt I'll find an answer
so won't you show yourself?
So I can point and scream I don't believe!

Oh sweet sugar cone
let me **** you
'till you're wet with pleasure.
'Till your *******
slap against your thighs

Mother of pleasure .
Let me drown in the sea of lust
while the last torch burns out.
Let me plunge myself into darkness,
and burn out between your legs.

Call me Casanova
as I ramble on forever
bind me to your lap
and bind me fast forever.
So I'll never beg again.

I know where hell is.
I've been there many times
a place behind your eyes.
I now write to discover the secret that you keep
to keep me at bay.

I know where heaven is
it's in our sweet words
so preppy and pretty.
While I hold you tight, and call you angel
to keep you at bay.

I know where purgatory is
where I purify my soul
it's in your love
that I'll never grasp, so I let it be.
I hope you'll miss my hands.

A red thread binds us together
from before we were born
and though I've never met you
I can feel you here.

In the midst of the thunder
singing to the rein
that's where I feel you
and you'll feel me too

I'll bind you to me
with your own shining hair
***' before we were born
we were meant for one another.

I've found the sweetest little thing
a fairy in a bottle. The cutest of the wee folk.
She's in a bottle I can't open, with a seal that I can't break.
Now my fairy tale is broken.

I've found the sweetest little thing
with hair as black as mine is light, and eyes so full of life.
She's in a place where we an talk, but never talk
except the see-through barrier.

I've found the sweetest little thing
and someday I'll break the bottle
but I'm afraid to break her too
so I'll keep a distance to this lovely little fey.