The edge of sanity,
The edge of life,
On the edge of a knife.
The edge of tomorrow,
The edge of the future,
Picking loose life’s sutures.
The edge of a breakthrough,
The edge of the end,
Forever just around the bend.
Sex and music, make me live.
Both do nothing to me, but give.
Pleasure, chills along my spine.
A feeling in the heart, simply sublime.
A rush of pure passion, taking over all.
I will never resist either’s call.
So when I found you, a kindred soul.
I know I was done, to you I’m sold.
Time doesnt pass like time passes with you.
I don’t lose hours, lose time like we do.
It seems to drag as I wait for your words.
It seems to stand still til your voice is heard.
Then when we get chance fast forward’s engaged.
We talk or hold hands and it picks up a pace.
It goes too quick, flies cos of the fun.
It passes us by til we’re finally done.
Then the breaks bind and time stands still.
Forever we wait, that is until.
Our time comes, a time just for us.
And suddenly time has that same old rush.
I am your slave,
You own me.
You possess me,
My body, My soul.
I want you,
To use me,
To utilise me,
My cock, fingers, tongue, all of me whole!
I am your pleasure,
It pleases me,
Gives me meaning, a reason to be.
I need you,
You need me,
You have freed me,
My adored Goddess, my world, you make me, me.