When my baby's web of whispers
              screams I love you in my ear
  it echoes through my cranium
                       sending messages ear to ear.

My synapse snapping
       and gravity collapsing,
    a host to the sensual,
         multi-dimensional...
                 no such word as fear.

                    It really slays me
                       when I see it disappear.

When we make love my ego burns in effigy
     sending naked stars to fall, it's a natural born lovers ball.


Candles kissing the air, flickering flames of release, total ecstasy,
    it's not just *** to me,                    a forgiving rush of peace.
                                                I stand in wait, waiting for your call,
                                                   oh will this feeling never cease....

                        No four-way flashing, not only fore-play happening  
                                              no yield sign to stop me now.
                                     Like a gold mine, she'll be tappin' me.
                    Yes,     right in the kisser,     POW!

My baby is drama free... if anyone creates confusion,
               well that would be me.

Everything is oh so fine,
         yes, I'm hers and she's mine.
                          It is one slippery shift
                                  on into the sublime.

That is the way I want it,
     not exactly everyone's cup of tea,
                          still, she brings it on just for me.