if you were the photon and i was your electron,
could it be that we could generate electricity.
behind closed doors i was your whore,
pampering to your tastes in false distaste.
i purred, you howled, we fucked for hours,
(i should have warned you my lyrics were explicit).
see my lover, see how the sun highlights her, her golden skin, akin to such implicit sin,
see how high she sits in her moucharaby, singing me her secret lullaby.
this is my lover, her, i’ve discovered, her masks i’ve uncovered and i’ll take no other.
these are the lies that slipped through my thighs while i cried out that secret lullaby.
if i was your Aton, now rendered your automaton,
and you, my Marquis now maimed through domesticity,
then has this amatorial, celestial kiss
become nothing but a bestial bliss?
i purred, you howled, we fucked for hours.
(i should never have listened to your crude intentions).
but lover, i love her, this is forever, we can get through whatever, i swear i’ll deliver,
i mean it this time, i told you you’re mine, i will not resign, now sign on the line, promise you’re mine,
i meant every word, however absurd, however inferred, however unheard, i give you my word.
these are the lies that slipped through my thighs while i sang that last lost lullaby.
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