With my clothes upon the floor
I lay wanton filled with desire
as your whispered words
Fill and flood my mind
My fingers begin to dance
between my legs building to a crescendo
My moans echo in the room
Like a pleasure driven midnight song
and begin to warm the cool November air
And begin to warm the cool November air
Do the fires of lovely lust by which we're consumed
Primal urges erupt in repeated flares
Obvious by which the room becomes perfumed
Tangled sheets and blankets twisted upon the bed
Clothes strewn haphazardly across the floor
Our driving need devours and pushes ahead
As we seek that soaring, ultimate rapport
As we seek that soaring, ultimate rapport
Eyes turned skyward expecting heaven
Yes it's bright but oh so void
Cast them down now fearing hell
Gaze into darkness for that fading light
No not fading, it's growing stronger
Could it be that truth is found there
Could it be that truth is found there
Hidden deep within the confines
of a tarnished soul
Could it be that truth is often clouded
By beautiful illusions
that shine like tinsel in the night
Could it be
That we often fall away from
a harsh realities light
as our minds journey through the sky
As our minds journey through the sky
Cartoon bananas amble by
Letters appear on distant hills
We shouldn't drop these acid pills
Your melting face does not alarm
My aura shielding me from harm
Play Yes on the music system.
Submerge, you know you can't resist 'em.
Am I warm or am I cold?
My touch is green my taste is gold
Are those people really there?
I'm in a bobsled, not a chair.
Is this hunger I am feeling
Perhaps I'll try to lick the ceiling.
Some munchies wouldn't go amiss
We've got eight more hours of this.
Let's make love in odd positions
Whilst we're bereft of inhibitions.
Things will be a lot more formal
Tomorrow, when we're back to normal.
Tomorrow when we're back to normal
Doesn't sound so fun
So lets explore another acid tab
or lick a frog and spin the wheel
Falling down the rabbit hole
To paint the roses red
We will soon be singing
Goo goo g'joob
You can be the egg man
and I can be the walrus
Gnawing on flowers made of candy
Until are teeth become numb
Spinning kalidoscope colours
Teleport and transform us
an elephant drives a car
as turtles fly across the sky
As turtles fly across the sky
I wonder just why so high?
Are they really super sonic?
Is their aerodrome nearby?
Lost in pages of Terry Prachett
Elephants and turtles support the Disc
Magic has a special color
Not one of these I'll want to miss
As for visions kaleidoscopic
Methinks that you'll supply the key
As bodies twine close together
We'll encounter a sensual spree
We'll encounter a sensual spree
What comes next requires belief
Like colors drained off the tv
Pooled about the surface of the sea
Collect what you can while it floats free
The gathering won't last forever
Too much to question when together
Take hold of the brightest hue
Claim it as your own before it dulls
Merge it with mine for the truest screw
Merge it with mine for the truest screw
An anagram of what we're going to do:
From two words 'it' and 'mine'
You could get 'it in me' 'in time'.
But tease me not. Don't play such games.
Let ardor fan sweet passion's flames.
When you caress my Mound of Venus
There'll be no more cross words between us.
There'll be no more cross words between us
Their purpose of uncertain avail
For your truth is my truth is no truth
And words with several meanings prevail
And words with several meanings prevail
Allowing us to hotly pursue
The paths we'd most desire to roam
Involving sensual connections with you
The mind traverses each sparkling thread
As it leads hopeful toward ultimate bliss
Sadly, though, many are broken
Leaving us to just reminisce
Leaving us to just reminse
Of memories long since past
Faded technicolour dreams
That somehow floated away with the wind
Of trips to the video store
Where adventure came inside a box
Of midnight sundrenched kisses
that never went anywhere
Leaving us to reminse
Of things we only now begin to understand
as our youth begins to crumble
and our hearts struggle
to fight the winter demon that slumbers within
to fight the winter demon that slumbers within
I recommend hot chocolate, open fire, and Lynn
Against those Winter blues
All need defending
And Lynn, like Spring,
Will bring a happy ending.
Such happy hands she has
So deft and quick
Equally at home
With quim or dick.
And her techniques
For oral stimulation
Have brought her
Universal adulation.
Were this but all
It would be enough,
But you should see
What she does with her muff
Is what would be found there
Perhaps what we seek
Or what we fear
Could it be both
What some call deserve
Best not to look then
And find your inner self
Rushing back to unsee
Never to desire again
Never to desire again
Would be an interesting choice
No distractions of the flesh
But would we truly rejoice?
What gain and what loss
Would the balance weigh
Should we decide to vacate
The loving lustful way?
The loving lustful way
You look at me
as your eyes caress mine
Makes my heart begin to flutter
Like a thousand butterflies in my chest
Our fingers entwine
As our lips softly meet
And i know you are mine
As our bodies collide.
As our bodies collide,
we were both unable to hide
the fact that you like to ride
my cock and I use each stride
so long until you make me cum inside
before I would lay down by your side
and go to sleep with such pride.
As our bodies collide
Molecules may mingle.
It's too late to decide
That you'd rather be single.
To be aloof is perverse
Let privacy go to the devil.
We're all one with the universe
At the quantum level.
Our atoms need no introduction.
My weak force is strengthening, Dearie.
So let's simulate reproduction
To test my Grand Unified Theory.
"To test my Grand Unified Theory"
He muttered under his breath
"I'll need a subject willing
With whom to plumb the depth"
But where will he find such a subject?
He's searched both high and low
For someone willing to let him
Collide with them there below
Volunteers seem difficult to find
For this certainly most worthy goal
Scientific advancement's at risk
For want of a proper "cubbyhole"
For want of a proper "cubbyhole"
Men jerk off when they have no lover
And though some desire a real hubby role
Their hand satisfies like no other.
The touch of a mistress or wife
Is something that is sometimes missed
But there's no guilt nor nagging nor strife
When you're getting it on with your fist.
And after you get where you're going
You can watch TV sport and drink beer
There's no feigned concern about knowing
"You were great. Was it good for you, Dear?"
If a man can cook and iron shirts
He's world is almost complete.
The showstopper, though, is it hurts
To bend down and suck his own meat.
I don't really subscribe
To this misogynist view
Wanking is fine, but
I'd much rather screw.
I'd much rather screw
some chick in the ass on a
stage and with a full
crowd cheering us on instead
of going home to my wife.
"I'd much rather screw"
Said the craftsman out loud
"Nails oft fall out
And of that I'm not proud"
"A screw holds fast
When inserted full length
And will hold hard
With enormous strength"
With enormous strength
I attempt to fight
Struggling deep within my plight
The winter demons
That feel like frost bite
I swim against the icy currents
as I begin to feel novacaine numb
Trying to make it safely to shore.
Trying to make it safely to shore
A drowning man will clutch a straw
If you throw it just the right way
An apple a day keeps the doctor away
When you're in a circle jerk
Many hands make light work
Don't hire a mohel who is a dunce
Measure twice, cut once
"Measure twice, cut once"
Of the mohel his demand
And then discovered
'Twas Bob Vlla at hand
With circular saw revving
He shrank in fear
"Won't hurt but a moment"
Rang in his ear
The saw moved quickly
As he let out a scream
Then suddenly awaking
He realized 'twas a dream
Leaving him empty and grey
Cynical and filled with novacaine
The only thing certain
was that he was weary
Of his life that had become dreary
So he sipped luke warm earl grey
and jotted a final goodbye
before closing his eyes and sailing away
Before closing his eyes and sailing away
Over that sea to dreamy desire
Where all wounds are healed at last
And only acts of pleasure transpire
In his dreamship, fastened safely
Where will he voyage? None can say
The currents and winds of mystic dream
Will carry him far, far away
Will carry him far, far away
for what he had done on Friday
which was when he nabbed a young lass
off the street and into some old
barn where he ripped off of her cold
skin her clothes, tied her to a brass
pipe and smack so hard on each tit
before he made himself wipe spit
on his cock and shoved in her ass.
