A Game of Sorts
What is this feeling
You give me your lust
Molding it like clay
I dunno what I'm dealing
I play the role
You play yours
A symbiotic playground
Where we all play fool
Let's make some waves
On this sea of pleasure
Where losers are self named
And the games a maze
Deeper
We can use harsh or kind words
Let's just keep it going
Be one with this herd
Deeper
Fetishes alight like a candle
Burning passion within solemn hearts
Performing this all too familiar dance,
Deeper,
The trap but laid,
Like a spider's silk,
Entrapping this animal instinct,
Like a symphony,
The crescendo comes,
A duet of harmony brought about,
As the fog lifts,
The ants return to their colony.