The Origamists - Lemuria

You put your flower

You put your flower on the lips of my head

I thrust myself

I thrust myself between the breasts of your chest

Swallowed by a whale in the sea and vomited up dry on the beach

Today, we never put on our clothes

We tried to set a record, we came close

All in front of a mirror above a desk

We created origami with our flesh

Eyeball, eyeball, eyeball, eyeball

It may sound dirty, but it’s cleaning

It’s cleaning

Today, we never put on our clothes

We tried to set a record, we came close

All in front of a mirror above a desk

We created origami with our flesh

Eyeball, eyeball, eyeball, eyeball

It may sound dirty, but it’s cleaning

It’s cleaning

This sex is ugly

Kissing every cavity

Every goddamn thing you can list

Shakespeare can’t be abridged