Sex & Soul.
4/8/04,
7:55 PM.
She opens the box again.
Another one opens the jar again
every day, every day.
Wet, dirty blond hair,
vibrant, ocean-blue eyes
slender, innocent, yet strangely sinister,
what I'd say, what I'd do just to
get between those thighs and
thrust a bt to make me
feel alive once again
with nothing real but
our panting, sweating,
blissfully seething.
Goodbye trying,
existing, striving,
we'll just be here
Now, Being.
But she just
opens the box again.
Another one opens the jar again
every day, every day.
Just like the girl I saw
the other day, gothed up and bored.
Slender and sexy had the munchies,
red-eyed and glowing, stoned out of her gourd.
We could take turns tying
each other to the bed post,
try out some sex magik,
fuck away our ghosts
with nothing real but
our panting, sweating,
blissfully seething.
Goodbye trying,
existing, striving,
we'll just be here
Now, Being.
I've done so many nasty things inside
the confines of my head.
I want so much to run to,
but I fight me
and flight thee instead.
So she just
opens the box again.
Another one opens the jar again
every day, every day.
I am more than this urge, don't you see?
But these inhibitions are fighting it, and
the war inside is killing me.
When did the vagina become the mandala?
When did `please let me' replace the more common mantras?
I need a nightly fuck,
I just need an agressive girl
a sexy nimphomaniac to
fucking rock my world.
You've got to be out there, I say,
just come and pin me down
wrap your legs around me,
scratch me, bite me,
take the wheel, turn
this ever-escalating
decent around
with nothing real but
our panting, sweating,
blissfully seething.
Goodbye trying,
existing, striving,
we'll just be here
Now, Being.
So wrap your legs around me,
scratch me, bite me,
just come here and kill my cold,
Just let out the last thing that
dark mistress Pandroa
left trapped deep inside my soul.
And answer my questions.
When did the vagina become the mandala?
When did `please let me' replace the more common mantras?
When did copulation become the most sacred of rituals?
When did orgasm and samadhi become synonomous?
4/8/04,
7:55 PM.
She opens the box again.
Another one opens the jar again
every day, every day.
Wet, dirty blond hair,
vibrant, ocean-blue eyes
slender, innocent, yet strangely sinister,
what I'd say, what I'd do just to
get between those thighs and
thrust a bt to make me
feel alive once again
with nothing real but
our panting, sweating,
blissfully seething.
Goodbye trying,
existing, striving,
we'll just be here
Now, Being.
But she just
opens the box again.
Another one opens the jar again
every day, every day.
Just like the girl I saw
the other day, gothed up and bored.
Slender and sexy had the munchies,
red-eyed and glowing, stoned out of her gourd.
We could take turns tying
each other to the bed post,
try out some sex magik,
fuck away our ghosts
with nothing real but
our panting, sweating,
blissfully seething.
Goodbye trying,
existing, striving,
we'll just be here
Now, Being.
I've done so many nasty things inside
the confines of my head.
I want so much to run to,
but I fight me
and flight thee instead.
So she just
opens the box again.
Another one opens the jar again
every day, every day.
I am more than this urge, don't you see?
But these inhibitions are fighting it, and
the war inside is killing me.
When did the vagina become the mandala?
When did `please let me' replace the more common mantras?
I need a nightly fuck,
I just need an agressive girl
a sexy nimphomaniac to
fucking rock my world.
You've got to be out there, I say,
just come and pin me down
wrap your legs around me,
scratch me, bite me,
take the wheel, turn
this ever-escalating
decent around
with nothing real but
our panting, sweating,
blissfully seething.
Goodbye trying,
existing, striving,
we'll just be here
Now, Being.
So wrap your legs around me,
scratch me, bite me,
just come here and kill my cold,
Just let out the last thing that
dark mistress Pandroa
left trapped deep inside my soul.
And answer my questions.
When did the vagina become the mandala?
When did `please let me' replace the more common mantras?
When did copulation become the most sacred of rituals?
When did orgasm and samadhi become synonomous?
