The Parting of Your Thighs

Never will I touch the parting of your thighs
And dare to break the blackened slates of fate
One inch closer and the whole world dies

My dear, I hear once more our pale blue sighs
From the hour we tumbled through that slender strait
Never will I touch the parting of your thighs

Sweet boy, to grasp you as my nymph-like prize
Will send me straight into to the raving state
One inch closer and the whole world dies

There lies in you a lust for quick demise
A lust to unfasten life’s short, golden plait
Never will I touch the parting of your thighs

(I long for all those rolling, pure white highs
That struck me, hexed me, made my mind gyrate)
But one inch closer and the whole world dies

And still, your myth flies through my reddened skies
Across the clear-eyed gulf I did create
Never will I touch the parting of your thighs
One inch closer and the whole world dies