Where is the sky?

Where is the sky?

That submerges me with rain when I need some solace...

What are the clouds there for if not for cocooning me in my achingness?

Who are we if not beings made just for love?

In a world that races by, I stop and tell the passerby

To sense what I feel, in painful agony

It is just...it is just a living fantasy when we love...

For without it, we cease to exist

Walk with me my silent lover

Hold my hand when I fall into depths of whirling cries

Tear me apart, into shattering pieces

Rush me into searing hollows, of volcanic lust

Of lust that cannot be anything but....

It is love that drives me insane for you

Insane and screaming in agony

I awaken, rushing to meet you in my awakening fire

Of flames that should not be doused for then....

Then I become a dervish of wantonness

I become a mad screaming half crazed bitch

Who has heat all over her, written in searing hot irons that burn

Mad am I, when you plunge into me, darkness, light and much much more

I enjoy this passion that has driven me to wilderness for years to come

I will be now a stark naked woman, just for you

For it is you that I see, only you

When my passion culminates and a seed is born

You stir into me fire, molten....volcanic

Fire that leaves ashes of brimming lust

When we created our child, she became this Neanderthal being

That walked this earth for time to come

In her stopping stance, I see a world that she carries on her heaving shoulders

Her bosom has been created for a fierce warrior just to love, in a barren land

In our wanton lust, we forgot to douse our fire

So when we create this being, she becomes this objectified lush

Who walks this earth in a prowl of desire

A being that will destroy all sanity, remove control from the men

Who is this monstress we created?

We created a being that came from two bodies, two minds, two hearts

Yet in our passion, we forgot to think...

We forgot that we were creating

So today when we have a being that is only on a prowl of lust

We cannot blame any but ourselves

It is done, a deed that we cannot take back

So next time, in our lustful agony

We must remember when creating

To think, to think that the being that culminates from our seed

Has only us responsible for his descent to our earth

We must remember that a love that we have should be the only thing that we can think of

And to be pure when creating, to give our seed a thought

Remember to walk a cloud of love

For it is love because of which we exist

Only love.....only love.....only love