Sanctuary

 

And if it would be my desire

that you'd open yourself up to my head,

and let this cranum in

at the front gate

down below

 

would you really do that for me

opening the portal in consent

permitting me in

so that this ol' head of mine

could get real slippery

underneath your delicate goo

 

damn that would be o so good

being covered up

while intensely alive

locked

inside this primal kitchen

 

performing mass at the altar

not hearing you sigh

feeling the sacred membrane shiver

while I whisper the most intimate word

in your womb

 

the chorus moans

I suffocate willingly

turned on, humbled and grateful

embracing this ultimate gaze

from the ferry that carries me

 

there are woods in the sea

where I shed my skin

 

 

Mark Robson - Dinsdag 8 oktober 2019

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