Ballad of Dreams and Desire

I thought I was dreamin' Dreamin' I was singin' , singin' a ballad

to me so pleasing every part of my being just singing.

Gripping my mic stand as if she owned it. The way her lips formed its

melodies, the way her tongue completed it's harmonies in me had me weak.

Weak in the knees, I could not stand it. Just in here

stroking my mind with the palm of one hand. She tickled her tonsils with the

tip of my head again and again, yet again. She was singin'

this ballad that was pleasin' , pleasin' to the soul, reachin' the depths