Through the shadows of my mind...
I see your ghost, most of the time...
It bids me follow down dark winding paths...
To a place that holds parts of our past...
The spectre begs me to follow close, as we go deeper in the smoke...
Doors appear & start to open wide, revealing glimpses of our carnal pleasures inside...
The bright flash of intense, throaty grunts & thrusts...
Feeding the entwined spirit's lust...
Each door leads to more & more delicious sin...
Mind has my body...trembling, aching, yearning, burning from within...
Oh, I'm trapped & will never break free...
Mind trapped by this constant thought of...we