Coitus کے بول

In the lovers' domain Like a dream too wide for the brain I can but hold to your shoulders like the edge of a cliff And strain Take pity On a boy deployed in your sandpaper-palmed infinity I beg you, take the time to mine good ore from me I beg you, lay you down on me Etch it on my psyche Employed my body nightly I bizarrely find some poise, find some poise Naked in a poorly lit priory Take pity Shook by your cautious broad-stroke battery And if I am out of bloom and lack your rain I beg you, lay it down on me Make grace Lost in your sandpaper-palmed infinity I can but hold to your shoulders like the edge of a cliff And plead And if I am out of bloom and lack your grace I beg you, rain it down on me