Under the white sheet
Penetrates four entangled feet
Under the night's full moon
Blows the cold winds of june

My unchaste hands
Scouts undiscovered lands
and thy serpent tongue
Strikes sending gasps to her lung

Ooooh! Spare me this sweet sorrow
that i may live to see the sun tommorow
Aaaah! touch not the ladden balls
because i will pin you upon the walls

And i want to lick the apples sap
Tear and bore through your skin
Devour your thick and fleshy lap
and rain upon the valley between