there's a boy with a guitar and eyelashes who makes you melt 
there's a power of petals and their overwhelming smell
there's a room where the lust drips like honey and overtakes 
where it's moving in waves and it's making the clock stop
where desire will glue you to bed and glue mouth to mouth 
where you're going to beg, and to claim, to touch, to flow
it's an act of possession in its psychedelic swirl 
and its motion is syrupy sticky slow 
sunkissed by the moon he is feeling the high tide
moonkissed by the sun you are bathing in his light 
in the godlike dreamscape you're The Lovers upside down 
not enough not enough not enough