Coitus

In the lovers' domain, like a dream too wide for the brain
I can't but hold to your shoulders like the edge of a cliff
And strain, take pity on a boy deployed in a sandpaper palmed infinity
I beg you take the time to mine good ore from me
I beg you lay you down on me
Etch it on my psyche, employ it in my body nightly
I'm as early, find some poise (Ooo), find some poise
Naked in a poorly made briery
Take pity, shook by your cautious broadstroke battery
And if I am at a bloom, lay in mercury
I beg you rain it down on me
Make grace, lost in your sandpaper palmed infinity
I can't but hold to your shoulders like the edge of a cliff and plead
And if I am at bloom and lack your grace
I beg you rain it down on me