Over one more cascading crest line A timeline has been exposed Repurposed to serve my own downfall Naturally innocent Wasted wants a revealing an aptitude for fantastic fantasies If it wasn't meant for me Then what is When solitude does dress up dark Stretching pressure past pure form With sex foaming at its mouth Careful with each mud washing over stone Silently in wooded wake A faun peers through the bush Surprising and so calm Most pleasure comes from unexpected sources A chrysalis ascending If it wasn't meant for me Then what is When solitude does dress up dark Stretching pressure past pure form With sex foaming at its mouth