yesterday I had fallen under your spell,
sweet, deep, dark and handsome
oh how could a little gal resist?

today we're stepping out of the corridor,
yeah we're making leaps and bounds,
reaching our hands out together,
and every beat I did indeed skip

tomorrow ill ask for more and what
ill expect is what you shall deliver
yeah thank you very much my love
you're so far away and yet you still give me what thyself hath expected

abound in the withering hands of deceit
my mouth waters for your delicacy sweet and inviting
drenched within the naivety of her singular truth

moments later I am cleared
the familiar parasite is quenched
I have fed him
and the wind is in my face yet again
anticipating what thou heart hath squandered up

fantastical dreams
beseech my lap
where art thou fallacy?