A man looks up to the surface to find himself Seeking deep to surpass the face value of what has been granted Ideas have been presented of nostalgia, and stories, the future Neglecting the fact, what is direct is real Blow away the stale air All in mind is lost Every Place I've been We speak so cool What is peaceful

I danced with a woman in a white dress that flowed down her perfect legs And her legs flowed perfectly into the floor She twisted her finger under a single silken strap And unveiled all of her milk and al of her honey And all of her body flowed like cream As she started to touch her body, the woman closed her eyes before opening them, Like some beautiful, soft madness had awoken inside of her And my eyes were fixed between her body, and her eyes And in the intense and intentional stimulation Our senses of sight held hands Without hesitation I was rigid like rigor mortis in the realization that i was looking into the eyes of a goddess And as she glared statutory the words "I will make you feel something" Leaked out from her lips And those words like drips Streaked across her figure before splashing my figure The euphoria slid it's fingertips across all of my skin My cold body fired of enlightening hymns And I was a warm gun Or a warm man With a warm woman Or a warm substance Creating this elaborate spiritual moment that flickered less like a candle and more like fire melting the ice of a room we had settled in. I am the white dress I am unveiling the body that is of milk and honey I am the woman And I am the eyes that are less like windows and more like beaming suns And I am whispering into my own ears "I will make you feel something" And I feel something Or I am feeling everything

The Intricate Patterns of Human Desires, Emotions, and Reasoning.

Feelings Feeling I want it Tired Seeing Ceilings Sealant Higher I'm feeling The being Inside I'm seeing Tasting Tounging Teething Liars I want it Tired There is feeling All the things I'm taking Fear Love Tired Move Wondering What I am to do Wondering What is Rant All the things I hate Disposition Displacement

Pleasure seekers And pleasures lair Is all encompassing And leaves you bare Pleasure seekers Null and Void Pleasure seekers And Pleasure's exploit Give me my daily bread Yeah, I'll eat her's too I'll devour complacency's kitchen And play on Pan's flute Pleasure Seekers Seeking in vain The cup is bottomless And Pleasure is pain Wasting of products Wasting of seeds wasting of functions wasting is free The sound of hunger The gluttons call Pleasure seekers And their downfall Pour me another More than a taste Why not This life is to waste A certain feeling A certain Flush A certain opulence Man is lush Pleasure Seekers Seeking in vain Pleasure seekers Pleasure is pain Pleasure seekers Seeking pleasure Pleasure seeking A pitfall teather