Love Scene

She: Lie back wounded Cavalry Let the moon shine upon you blissfully Let me perch upon you gracefully Above your muscles soundly Yes. Stroke my breasts ambly Yes kiss my shoulders passionately Rest and peruse my flesh slowly Yes now, yea may freely He: Let yours out freely Let your sweet words All pour over me Expel your gift's glossy tea Let my rain glisten upon you nobly, In my flower is a spirit It is thus our child to be.