Come to me full of muscle, full of cum, full of subtle
Change and depth
Full of spoils I have not reaped the benefits of yet
Plenty of people have made love before
But I've curated these coins outside my door
And if you wanna be the one to ride the prize
Clean and dress my bloody sides
Come to me full of muscle, full of cum, full of subtle
Change and depth
Full of spoils I have not reaped the benefits of yet
Plenty of people have made love before
But I've curated these coins outside my door
And if you wanna be the one to ride the prize
Clean and dress my bloody sides
If pain is an illusion, if touch is an illusion, if love is an illusion, a sensual illusion, then this cape is an illusion, your fork is an illusion, my horse is an illusion, this dinner is an illusion
Ghost of me talk to me I know you're enlightening but your cape is in my bowl