Split me, canyon style,
My yawning maw ribcage
Showing pink-wet guts.
Take another step and let me swallow you.

(Come) it's soft in here.
(Come) it's safe in here.
(Come on) spill love,
Let my tongue-heart taste you,
A prayer to muscle.

For love is a muscle,
A soft, warm muscle;
And woman is muscle,
A strong bend muscle.

Woman resides in your eyes on my skin.
The prayer hides in the sighs of your sin.