THE BARE BELIEF
(That You Could Ever Love Me)

the bare belief... that you...could ever
love me.

the sweet reek of nebulous things
in buttoned cashmere dreams

the bare belief that you could ever care... to love me
my redress now dressed in... silken fantasies

the sweet reek of nebulous things!
that you... could ever care... to love me.

the snare... the trap! the bare belief... beyond belief even!

I... that is he... that is trapped... somewhere near East
somewhere betwixt I there... and then you... here
with me... now in the West.

the rattled cage... of Beast enraged.
this... assail of silence.. this curb of passions violent

the test of him... of ALL his peace and then... the
docile piece... that... soothsayer

that... pain of you... that domicile... that inspired him... it is True
it is you that hath awakened him in me... that

Retired One... that... Desirous One
to drip... to pen... to page again.

I... wrapped up in this... scent of yours... of.... this mind of me
incensed... in purest mint and ... jasmine flower...

I caught up in... your ecstasy....
the power of you... as if you were there lying... right there next to me.

the sweet freak of you... a beautiful thing
that you... could ever care... to love me

I donned now... in the softest cloth... of unbuttoned
cashmere dreams... my redress now dressed in... silken fantasies

I bridled... it seems to me... by this
very warmth of you... this... sheer bliss
upon first touch of you... this lovely shiver... of me.

as such as was...indeed... my only... fear.
yes! to wander beyond... these... hunting grounds

these...previously sown oats of so well known... my
seminal lust... soul... wild EYE... untamed... and free.

and what could it be...this trembling thing... that
rips and busts... and dares to trust but I... you see?

I... covered completely my dear... in the bare belief
that you could... ever... care... to love me.

(suga talk)

you said you wanted to hear me baby...
here I AM baby.
can you hear me now?
ooh.. yes... you can hear me now
sweet nebulous things.. unbuttoned cashmere dreams.
ooh... does this make you wet baby?
ooh... I hope this makes you wet baby
I want to dip my fingers and tongue
in your Sacred Space
make you drip for me
make you get soaked baby
the sweet reek of nebulous things
my redress now dressed in silken fantasies.
splatter my essence against... your temple walls
splatter my essence against... your temple walls.

Pantherion Speaks through PRIME Scribes @1872