My Molecular Theory (2001)

Faraway a Karma glows its ray,

Relating harmonies upon a heavenly state,

Mixed up in an Odyssey involving fore-play,

Trembling the very surface on which we embark,

A peacock's feathers fill the pillows,

And the satin sheets set a blaze from the sparks,

Inspired by art,

Greeting in a civilized fashion towards the turn of mankind leaving our mark,

Estrous,

As our arrival in paradise comes in pairs like Noah's Ark,

Guilty of miscegenation simply due to relations,

Love the outline I'm tracing,

Fits the equation,

A different flavor we're craving,

Thus, a mistletoe's replacement,

Wasted off of the soft skin and subtle complexion,

Impressed by her natural tastes and musical selections,

And her sheer nerve to do what she feels,

Such sex appeal reliving the skills,

Her will power and her ability to devour my sex demons,

Sometimes our journey of obscene has me dreaming,

My nymph,

So nurtured and supported well,

If I licked you there would you tell?

Private massages and strong progressions obliterating suspect obsessions

And calming us to all which is obvious without question,

Her studies in Old English in a rave scene with off-color schemes,

Our Grand Canyon senses create opportune times beyond your wildest dreams,

Love her oral,

And her opera vocals as we awaken my mojo,

She sings sitting in my lap with that sly grin on her face,

Knowing damn well that's how I fell in love with her in the first place,

At times the sexual onslaught is erased and replaced

By God-like movements only traced

In sketches of our creation

And mortal nonexistent time-limits in outer-space,

Where debates of the greatest heights originate,

An orator or narrator of a love story that would've kept the lid on Pandora's box,

A hooker's intentions all too soon forgotten,

Thanks a lot,

Deeper than Spock,

Jams my juggernaut,

Kinetic connection of the dots,

Making undiscovered literature out of lava and rocks,

She romances and converts a lost tribes Lothario,

Lynched by her love strokes and her the same scenario,

Satisfied at the molecules at stake hence the burial...

My nymph,

So nurtured and supported well,

If I licked you there would you tell?

Private massages and strong progressions obliterating suspect obsessions

And calming us to all which is obvious without question,

Her studies in Old English in a rave scene with off-color schemes,

Our Grand Canyon senses create opportune times beyond your wildest dreams,

Love her oral,

And her opera vocals as we awaken my mojo,

She sings sitting in my lap with that sly grin on her face,

Knowing damn well that's how I fell in love with her in the first place,

At times the sexual onslaught is erased and replaced

By God-like movements only traced

In sketches of our creation

And mortal nonexistent time-limits in outer-space,

Where debates of the greatest heights originate,

An orator or narrator of a love story that would've kept the lid on Pandora's box,

A hooker's intentions all too soon forgotten,

Thanks a lot,

Deeper than Spock,

Jams my juggernaut,

Kinetic connection of the dots,

Making undiscovered literature out of lava and rocks,

She romances and converts a lost tribes Lothario,

Lynched by her love strokes and her the same scenario,

Satisfied at the molecules at stake hence the burial...