His Mind *ucking

she retires into the starry night
in a timeless vessel with no light
walls of un-proportionate height
surrounding her, hiding her plight!
 
several days go by,  
goddess finally comes by,
a sense that she could also cry
what the hell, it’s time to let her try
 
close your eyes, let your soul fly
be totally free, it’s worth the try
detach, see a match that marvels  
l’d say it’s more than astral travels  
 
from the fields of yellow sunflower  
a freckled beauty hides in the tower
confused, trapped by her own fears
refused, a journey that ends in tears
 
sweep away from the worldly inhibitions
sway away to the whispers of soulful passions
dance away to the tune of salsa sensations  
the angelic way is with mesmerizing inspirations  
 
the thing to be seen here are the bodies dancing  
unexpectedly to the doses of word porn chanting
the goddess and angel closely entangling
yet there is nothing here that got on a trampoline  
 
just float above the tower’s horn
leave behind the world that’s torn
the music in the heart is so phenomenal  
creating a bond that outshines the Chinese chronicle
 
only if I could say, let the halo shine
ignore this world that is still blind
dance with all the hypnotic dazzle  
the quiet Angel, see her soul razzle  
 
we arrive owning nothing  
depart with only something  
daddy’s ways are always tempting
it’s the memoirs of his mind fucking