Petit Mort
Sex with you Like a funeral procession Snaking its way through the Quarter Heavy Mournful Hallow Black I died so many times Just trying to show you how happy you could be But you never chose me Petit mort Then finished Left me to mop up the mess Flowers strewn Music swelling through the air Death March On a path to lay it to rest But like Jesus it resurrected so many times Was always a safe bet We’d keep our dicks wet Holes were filled Souls empty Treacherous ground Two twisted souls Witchery Traps lay in wait Footsteps on cobblestones The night black as death Seeping in To do us in Flesh collapsed on flesh Heaving Thrusting A lustful pile Until we were exhausted Burned through it all Even the lust evaporated Into clouds that brought the torrent Like holy water it fell Flooding every surface To wash the sins away Yet somehow we were reborn Time and time again Through centuries of time A karmic explosion I’ve prayed for death The death of us To er