Heart shaped pussy

Summon the twlight quake
your hot flesh has a burning shimmy shake
I'll fill your canyon with a sticky.. icky... jam tartlet baby
it dripped and oozed straight out of you
you throbbed and grew over me...
heart shaped pussy... dream of me
when its time for your morning rub

I heard that the rule of law
is to see if they can bend and break
gravity is just a witness
when your exsanguination makes you weightless

Your ambiguity .... distinct of an artist
but i think stapling black bags to walls
is your symbolism of darkness
inside a seashell moist and pearly

 With pain pills and a book of Sylvia Plath
i detect the fiction on your lips and it pops and fizzed
lie to me, tell me the stars beneath the winter sky arn't shining
I'm sure they're blinding, like your sea shell moist-pretty pearl

upon the tip of your finger you spin the world
the axis, the nexus, the stratosphere is your heated breath
and i aim to penetrate your black hole... time bends and erodes
time doesnt exist... in the fourth dimension
its an exploraton out of tracey island station
just might have tapped your brain and is'nt it strange
you shelter from reality by taking a dive into my day dreams