cornered invitation

come down to where we can quick thick of it. i could waste some good enough tough lover on you. roll over on top of where the mainstreet is bathed in red, over where our love is so right and tonight we could talk it under the surest way of going down under over up into one and another. empty out our clouds moist into eachother. steep into a craziest moment we could make it up. sometimes just the finger sometimes a tongue. as if them on the corner craned into our room we standing up against the shadow on the wall and i could pull you out and weave it back into me. and taint the clean out of all of it to start what we finish me into yours and suck it up leaving them over there craning just to sense the nothing they could share in what we spill over onto the floor. just as i have so alike to have you leaning over me rubbing it against where i opened up and again see what we are when we sat down on what we become.