Well oiled lamp shades
Whispering lust degrades
Frog legs & undesirables
Tree tops & mountain springs

I will get to enter you now
Finger tips brush olive skin
Wetting dry lips w/ moist tongues
Loom weaved young silk sin  

Carried away to a foreign place
Warmth & comfort known for style
Never a urge to alter this space
This blissful plain of existence

Well oiled I slip
I should have seen this
Crumbling beneath me
Pushed away lost grip

I will travel trough you soon
Blissful moon breaking into
I will travel through you soon
Was this always I wanted to do?

Slimy fingers grasping at altered existence
Persistence warmth longing stars from eyes
knuckles cracking down to get what they need
No resistance, it is done, what was replaced by lies?

Warm sweet clammy skin  
Was it really just a dream?
Did I flashblack from times mind
Screaming love, lust sins