Corridor Carnivore— I hear you breathing through the bedroom door. You know that I can’t leave— you and me, we’re caught in the same dream’s weave. Ooo—ooo—ooo—oo-ah! Corridor Carnivore— I see you scuttling the wooden floor. Slip, slap, flap, flap, frap, frap—OH!— Snap! Sin drips quick, delirium tap. Pleasure in measures, leisure fever, rivers run thick—can you feel her? Mirrors echo—echo—me, not quite voice, not quite free. Mouths that mimic, mouths that scream— faces fracture through the gleam. Split, split—split—I see them gleam, glee-glee-gleeeeeeeam! I touch—touch—the parts that beg, I clutch—clutch a lover’s leg. I dissolve, I evolve, I recur, recur— reel in time till the lines all blur. Every loop—a licking grin, every breath—a slow begin. We don’t chase, we don’t run, we just sin, sin, sin till the morning sun. I touch—touch—the part that aches, I clutch—clutch the hands that shake. I dissolve, I resolve, I recur, recur— rewind the flesh till it reoccurs. Doors bloom—wet and wide— tongues of shadow—step inside. Euphoric claustrophobic thrill— pleasure’s fever bends my will. I see the shape, I play the game, I am the ghost—you speak my name. Aah-aah-aah—yeah!— I touch—touch—the part that bends, I clutch—clutch the truth that rends. I dissolve, I revolve, I recur, recur— I flicker, I fracture, I blur. Flicker—flash—flesh, then fade, a hunger hums, a dancing blade. Delirium iridium glow, a psychotic erotic undertow. A glisten sheer, you tiptoe near, eye to eye, sneer to sneer. Bite me—bite me—lick my neck. Drink me, sip me, drip by drip— by drip... drip... drip... I touch—touch—the part that bends, I clutch—clutch the ache that sends. I resolve, I descend, I recline, I rewind— I am reminded... I pretend...
