Motives changing. Day to day. The fire increases. Mass decay. I look at the river. White foam floats down. The bodies poisoned. Gotta sit tight. . The wait.
When I started out. It was just a matter of seeing you every day. I looked forward to the times. When you would come my way, oh yes. I longed just to see you.
Move back just a little let me watch your hips sway. Hold me looser still throw me like I'm wet clay. 'Cause you're a feast I devour if you let me be the man of the hour.