A Time Grows In My Desire

stop time
stop time
double now

the serpent winds around the hours
like the swirls in the candy of your love
fruit

simple doesn't describe the passage
of ingenuity that drips from your eyes
heat

higher and higher the winds of passion climb
within the vortex of your imagination
honey

stop time
stop time
double now

sex and you is like religion and i must
bow and pray to your canvas of invention
sugar

magic is a word for dreamers and poets
like the sound of your adventures on me
steam

stop time
stop time
double now

distance is no obstruction to your touch
silk on glass running down the spine of motion
high

the fruit grows on the tree in the summer heat as the honey flows into bowls of sugar creating the steam that makes me high on you

stop
time