CYPRESS ROAD
(Muyat)



A languor of sex
Dragged me here
Where you dance excited
Wandering through your hair
How much pleasure I can give you
More than your friend

Left behind synthetic leather mothers
Barking for 20 more
Behind a mask of piety
In stillborn houses
On beds that were mine

Your skin, your skin, your skin is calling me
Is calling me
Your eyes, your eyes, your eyes are killing me
Killing me

Times are gone for lickings in the toilets
And the snow mountains
They wiped my mind
In moist nights
Ended up under dirty sheets

I want to eat dishes without flavour
To pass on your body
And taste your sins
And travel over new roads
By the shade of cypress trees

Your skin, your skin, your skin is calling mev
Is calling me
Your eyes, your eyes, your eyes are killing me
Killing me

The silence fills
Every homecoming
When thinking of you
Suddenly warms my pants
In the game of glances
Through your hair



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