I am a lover.
I don’t know how to do nothing else to be honest
besides writing a few verses for loving ears.
Play our favorite song under soaked covers
the symphony of your moans my dear.
-Because you are my lover.
We melt the winter snow turning our bodies into flamethrowers
we don’t need North Korea to nuke us out of orbit.
-We are already there.
Because we are lovers.
We’ll burn down a million acres of the Brazilian Amazon
bring Barry White back to life to croon us back to the beyond.
From the bath to the bed
the sweetest insomnia awakes lying on your chest.
-Couldn’t expect nothing less
Because I am your lover.
To breathe the moon, chew on some stars, turn off the sun
dim the lights, turn on the breathing, hold your thighs.
Soak in the fertile oasis of your lips on mines
every inch of your body is a war zone landmine ready to explode.
-Because when we are lovers we are eager to please
and there’s no better life to die than in the comfort of your skin.