Shedding Skin

Libate, gyrate with me
Simple motions
Complex moans
Lubricate my soul

The Stains are memories
The frame has marks
The springs buckle
The wood no longer whole

Blurs in the night lite
Four arms
Four legs
Spread cotton and lace

Opiate to my pain
Your touch is numb
It calms my mind
The rush of empty bliss