CLAY TOY

My walk through my hope, just as a foreigner,
led me to you, girl, soul naked, quietly in a corner.

My spell is something purposeful like the love
of those who really come easy more than they love.

Your legs offer me your chin over your breasts
that leans over the back of your neck. All the best.
Crazy girl, belly to the heavens, there you rest.

My walk through my hope, just as a foreigner,
led me to you, girl, soul naked, quietly in a corner.

Fiction that I feel, look for, kiss and realize.
Heat that sucks and extirpates me so much.
On purpose you get wet when giving love so much.

Oh crazy girl, quiet, crazy, who would you be?...
One day I'll break you with so much love being given.
As if you were my clay toy. Love that plays with me.

My walk through my hope, just as a foreigner,
led me to you, girl, soul naked, quietly in a corner.