Cage

In the deep stare of that girl
I could see heartless baiter
Under the glare of that living rose
I could feel the pain the thorns would cause
Under her soft perfumed skin
I could hear a song to free

She in that mask of peace
She in that false herself
She swallowing the tears

Her fingers deep in my hair
Her desperate breath on my body
Her voice messing my head
Her sweat melting my skin
Her pleasure pleasing me