Tree of Life

After "Book of the Month," Lovage

You and me are the Tree of Life
Colorful birds singing in our branches
Take me as your saintly wife
We’ll rise like waves, our loving tantric

Feel the burn of impure thoughts
Tracing lines upon your skin
I lie in bed and dream them up
Be my Jesus, cleanse my sin

We’ll fall deeper into pools of love, sun reflecting off the surface

You are the solid
I am the steam

Scale my peaks, you blessed Sherpa

You are the coffee
I am the cream

I’ll turn you on like an electric circuit

You are the solid
I am the steam

Flick of the whip, you command my circus

You are the coffee
I am the cream

You and me are the Tree of Life
Colorful birds singing in our branches
Take me as your saintly wife
We’ll rise like waves, our loving tantric

Feel the burn of impure thoughts
Tracing lines upon your skin
I lie in bed and dream them up
Be my Jesus, cleanse my sin

I will bathe your holy feet, forever at your service

You are the solid
I am the steam

Your lips on my body, your kisses perfect

You are the coffee
I am the cream

You and me are the Tree of Life
Colorful birds singing in our branches
Take me as your saintly wife
We’ll rise like waves, our loving tantric

Feel the burn of impure thoughts
Tracing lines upon your skin
I lie in bed and dream them up
Be my Jesus, cleanse my sin

You are the solid
I am the steam
You are the coffee
I am the cream
You are the dreamer
I am the dream
You are polish
I am the sheen