Come to this spectacle of pleasure
And hear the circus shrieks,
Its all pretend
Because what you think means more to me
Than all the satiny satisfaction of caresses and deep pleasure
You never ask and i never say
Although I am the reddest fiercest colour
In a light leeched day
A voice calling ripples through me
An Ocean, a Ray,
more fine, more sensual
Touch me with you voice
Touch me with your voice
Touch me
With a body of meaning
What do you think?