He is a poet And i am his whore His poetry unlocks forbidden doors He has the tree of life tattooed on his back When we're making love flowers bloom black His body is perfection And his mind is otherwordly A mystical creation I am his muse his inspiration And when we fuck the whole world disappears And when we're done there's cum sweat and tears He'll kill anyone who ever dares to hurt me He'll never ever leave swimming through my veins