I step in. Feel the cool, clear touch. I dive, immerse myslelf in a rush of ecstasy. I am cleansed, washed clear of the putrid filth that clings. Made new again by the essence of life. The world recedes and and I am alone, lost in the swirling swaying body of sweet liquid. There is nothing so pure, so still, so free I am never more alive, more liberated, more safe Than in a natural womb of water.
The lotus flower yields she spreads her petals for me I lower my lips to taste her essence, sweet and earthy. She lets me lick her, touch her. Silk petals slick with the dew drops of her desire she gives to me. Lets me drink my fill, slake my thirst, and in turn recieves her pleasure.
The reed he dominates me, lays me down on the banks, and fills me with himself pushes me to the edge and over. I put him in my mouth and milk him dry. His essence is sea salt tinged copper. I hold him in my hands. He is steel shrouded in...
Death's cool embrace Like a loved one's hand On your fevered face Or the soft lips Of a lover's kiss Neither silk nor lace Can be compared to this Healed by love Bled by thorns All your hate And sadness shorn Nothing to know Nothing to tell But how could this place Be called hell.
He loves me He loves me not He loves his meth He loves his pot He loves his booze He loves his beer He loves his whores He loves my tears He loves my pain He loves his seed He loves my money But he doesnt love me.