Josephine is on the loose
Her fangs beginning to grow
A flower cocktail to induce
Her thirst for lustful sin we know
She pulls her magic carpet above her head
Her eyes oozing with tease
Sip some cherry-rose of red
Come and have your pleasure if you please
Silver buckles constricting flesh for pleasure
I unclasp with my teeth
It makes us feel as light as a feather
For me to take my treasure from beneath
Oh,how high we fly
Like \"Lucy In The Sky\"
Drugs on sex
Sex on drugs
Is the greatest high.
Written By;W.J.G.🕊