Of Anne

They say I'm crazy but what the fuck Do they know? I only know when the time is right That the time is right For the stirring of the flesh On the hook. The night shade drawn Black up Black down We'll spin each other 'round and 'round. Your caudil chamber sits licking its lips. Is there no finer time, sir, than now? Of course there isn't. The time is right Yes the time is right The guests are set. The time is right. The night shade drawn Black up Black down We'll spin each other 'round and 'round. The memories set the soul afloat Eating, Dining. Beating, Dying. Now elation can finally prevail. I will have you and you will have me. We will dine together. The night shade drawn Black up Black down We'll spin each other 'round and 'round Let your cold flesh hold me. Let your cold flesh be in me. Let you be home inside there soon. Oh lovely boy, let me clean your lament. Let me shine your soes. Let me ready you for our feast. The night shade drawn Black up Black down We'll spin each other 'round and 'round My apron tied behind my back Kiss my again my lover. Let you fall into me As I fall into you And the seed is no less planted. Come, let's ready you for dinner, you naughty boy. The night shade drawn Black up Black down We'll spin each other 'round and 'round. Now into your chamber Inside your fire I am your abode You will be home soon. The baking meat smells so sweet The baking meat prepared for our feast. The night shade drawn Black up Black down We'll spin each other 'round and 'round. Yes my dear it is time to feast The last supper, The final goodbyes. I consume of your flesh. Drink me in. Drink me in. The night shade drawn Black up Black down As I lie here laughing on the ground. I am full Filled up Filled up Full of you The sweet taste still in my mouth It's all over. I will hold you forever. The night shade drawn Black up Black down As I lie here bleeding on the ground. Written September 19th, 2001 © on Sep 19 2001 11:21 AM PST, Katrina Armour    0 • 10