Softly Oxygenating That Cerebral Cortex

It’s getting harder and harder to breathe
Echoes turning, twisting, as thy carnal urges of the universe blissfully weave
You forgot my upswept hair
Just in case tonight, he might need a care
While I am taking him there
The man across the room I’m talking his persona home with me  
That pocket watch hanging off the pocket of his Zoot Suite
Girl, he looks so fine a handsome, he all ripe, I would love a serving of his Blackberry juice
 
Moorish man hold your torch up to the Sky
You feel that thunder quaking under your feet as you are galloping toward your ascending prize
Bury anything else that ain’t from the Sky
I wonder what’s his title, his name
With a muscular built like that, he can Swing with me  
And then that Cat Daddy can let me go after I done came
 
Girl, I would love to make that man all mine  
I will have him softly kissing while slowing pouring honey over my feet
Then our lips meet
Oh... I know, and in the sweat of his brow, yeah look how his swag flow
In my deep love potion
Deeper thrusting in my honeyed lotion  
AND deepening, mmm... and deepening... loving the motion  
 
Bathing in the divinity of my soul, fast and then real... I mean real slowwwww
Our aura stepping over the peaks of the mountaintops
Mental amulets of the mind telling me to remain tall, and stand upright
I was born with a silver spoon of knowledge in my mouth
Tasting the fallacies of earth, chaos heading South