Touch me, pervert me, it scares you to love me,
so close your eyes and let your mind reel free,
from the everyday lifestyle,
you've run the long mile,
let me come inside I want to see you smile,
that pretty little girlish grin,
baby let me be your friend,
two souls in the dark, and we'll never let the night end,
freaky fun, and when it's done,
we can go back to go, and do it all again,
I can kiss your cheek, and caress your best,
while you whimper in my ear, and get undressed,
pull me on the floor, thrust your tongue in my soul,
your deepest desire I'll do my best to console,
light a candle for the mood,
bright light subdued,
girl, be my fire in holy sanctitude,
Aphrodite be my Venus in the night before the light,
How could Heaven ever feel this right?
Nothing is alive but our love in overdrive,
there is no other truth,
in the room alone we thrive,
on the bodily contact and our soul bond, go on,
lead a dog to water and he'll drink it till it's gone,
heavy breathing from the touch of my hand on your arm,
I caress your body, and mean no harm,
bring a rush of emotion, devotion and my notion,
of the two free-est souls swimming naked in the ocean,
far from land, free from bondage to the earth,
bandage my affliction all I seek is merry mirth,
a wandering nomad, think I'll stay for awhile,
sometimes being lonely is wisdom's trial,
when I close my eyes, I see dragons and rainbows,
take me to a time where no memory can go,
alone together, I am yours for tonight,
and no one can tell me,
that Heaven feels this right.
Sweat me while the drums go on,
you know it's right but feels so wrong,
ignore what you have learned and
kiss me on my on and on,
prolong every feeling
so we can spend the night without sleeping,
my body fallls on yours,
feel the sun come creeping
into body and soul,
do me rock and roll,
feel hot? fret not,
dip your hand into the water bowl,
sweat beads on your forehead
let it run into your eyes,
Is that my hand on your chest?
feeling doesn't lie,
is that my toungue in your belly button?
free my hand to unbutton
every last piece of cloth that has yet to be undone,
clothes symbolize our inhibitions
crumpled on the floor,
i think you hear me knocking baby,
I'm coming in the door,
do me a little naked dance,
then walk over to me,
I will say a little prayer,
then drop to my knees,
breaking every law as we moan into the night,
and no one can tell us,
that Heaven feels this right.
- Spike Satori
