Stale - Seven Trees

Slightly too much to drink

Tried hard to numb the guilt

By altering the levitation

Without finding an explanation

Another day of finding flesh

Still searching for innocent lips

Installing the mask protection

Hoping to avoid detection

Conjuring with a promising kiss

No conscience for what they will miss

A mind drifting soft in the dark

Entering a passage of angels

Succumbed by a dream so real

Signals peaking red too near

Alarming the need of compassion

Through syndromes of fertile erection

Longing for a flowered relation

Blinded by ejaculation

Attracted by transparent eyes

Tasting their inner flavours

Stimulation breaking ice

Test turning into fiction

Experimental penetration

Resolving the contamination