Seven Trees Stale
Slightly too much to drink
Tried hard to numb the guilt
By altering the levitation
Without finding an explanation
Another day of finding flesh
Still searching for innocent lips
Installing the mask protection
Hoping to avoid detection
Conjuring with a promising kiss
No conscience for what they will miss
A mind drifting soft in the dark
Entering a passage of angels
Succumbed by a dream so real
Signals peaking red too near
Alarming the need of compassion
Through syndromes of fertile erection
Longing for a flowered relation
Blinded by ejaculation
Attracted by transparent eyes
Tasting their inner flavours
Stimulation breaking ice
Test turning into fiction
Experimental penetration
Resolving the contamination
