There to place hands
Softly upon your navel
Warm instilling thoughts
That we ought to didn’t we
We ought to go a little further
Further into the deep of night
Further to the hopes of our saviour
Tender is the skin
The skin which so so calmly says
Pray won’t you please come on in
Enter but enter slowly and fondle
Feel the storms begin to rise
With those wanton wish-fulfilling sighs
Yes oh yes we should oh yes we should be sated
Be together yes sated together as now as later
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