A Sign Of Sublime Kneel to me, cum unto me Show me what this can be I'm open, ease my flow Scrapping of the tongues below
I scratch down your back, A sign of sublime The itch of the twitch, our internal rhyme, Take what you see, expect nothing of me This silky flesh, a pulse beckons thee
Hands that slide, no emotion to hide, A flick of a lick, your will shall subside, No guilt for this lechary
Untamed are your eyes burned deep into me
I scratch down your back, A sign of sublime The itch of the twitch, our internal rhyme, Take what you see, expect nothing of me This silky flesh, a pulse beckons thee
A salt, that stains my lips Gently ease the hips Bind into our sign of sublime