I gave you to my desert

'said ya' might be lost but not alone

I sold you to me prototype

propensity to scorn is mine to show, guess what?!

Move, spoof, overweight heat out of control.

Spring again, sin again, spittum, chaos overlapping

don't you step over... the flood area.

So whats wrong with a little agony

a harmless game between you,

the servile and me the deatiny

we love each other as we are

so hateful and depraved

a peaceful pack of pliancy

in any damned diraction...

Could you please dance my dance?

I do, we do, god for us.

Skin in skin

Flesh admits flesh

languish for spittle

breath meets breath

pushing lust into sweat

magnificence tenderness.