The purist flesh of avarice, it waits for tongue and cheek,
One sip, from all unanimous, notes of songs only for the weak.
Play a note and softly sing, your whisper in mine ear,
The beauty of your voice and throat, brings me ever near.
Songs of love, songs of joy, songs together be,
For lonliness is the path destroyed, me with always thee.
Take my hand, hold my flesh, until the warmth resigns,
My mind and body to the test, thats often written so divine.
Master the movement of natures heart, that beats upon the earth.
Where inducement of the rapture felt, upon a childs feet at birth.
To walk on through a hundred doors, through there heavey path,
The last man standing there implores, the very spell thats cast.
Listen close the tidings of the stars, they glow an auriate kind of light,
That blooms within the eyes of mars, giving man a sightless sight.