Those brown eyes looking up with lustful illusion
As sweet satisfaction left the inner workings
To simmer on the edge of connection makings
As shivering cuddle of the future vision

Stroking the sultry skin as pale comparison
To entice a notice after breaking of cave
Putty in her strong hand, decorate her mind's slave
Gathering the resource for immoral treason

Forgiveness can't be helped after the grand failure
Yet the ore's sacrifice can explain the moment
Forever turning dead regardless of movement

Crawling on the scalped knees to bring up a future
Between her perfection and the beast that awakens
A sweetness of spirit after thoughtful shaken