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Now that you've danced so beautifully upon the keys
The cobweb corner, the mouse flees,
Rapture, the barefoot women on the floor
In silence I will linger. My cheek pinned against gap beneath the door
Waiting for the keys

Heard you singing through the walls, so I retire
Patient by the fire, to hear what resonates within the halls
Of your earthly palace, my new exotic sire, and determine if it's beautiful or forgery
real politik, or Machiavelli's prince and liar

So lead me to the wine dark cellar.
Wrap your hands around my throat and squeeze, me
Burrow inside my arrythmic crease, please
Press your heart against my eyes
Now let me gaze inside
Run my fingers down the inside of your shirt, sleeve
Press my lips against the sacred skin behind your knees, tease

Repeatedly

I've turned a mansion inside out
Everybody else alludes me, and now it is your turn, and so you'll have to prove it to me
Never façade was worthy of the mess I found within
Shallow, ranks among the deadliest of modern sins

I've turned a mansion outside in
A jungle overgrown, unearthing flesh and porcelain bone
Locked Inside a prison cell without a phone, but now I know
Beauty is what must adorn the walls around the artists home

For you my fantasy is neither/nor
An honest architect would raise a fleshly cosmos to adore
Work with what you have and then from nothing you withhold
And the treasure delicately laid inside your chest, is of same such shapely beauty to behold

Till I'm enraptured deep within
And simultaneously orbiting, your constellated soul.
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