Sweet peach, nectar floods
Rough hands, soft to touch
Soil me now, budding flower
Delve deep, deeper still
Push down, push harder
One trail, across my chin
A fountain lavish, from within
Mouths to open, holes to fill
Loud sky, thick air
Dip slow, stir faster
Eat life, live sin
Roll over, big spill
Small circles, shallow thrusts
Must reach, will touch
Peak glory, abashed abyss
Pulling current, waves of bliss
Petite mort, my lively spectre
Gruff demands, light heart
Swallow whole, drink all
Quiet haze, the velvet dark
