Let me lie on my back with my legs up,
In this open space, where our witness is the galaxy.
Be prepared, for this is an art with no clothes on,
An art with moans as our melody.
Opened hearts, shut heads,
Opened space, shut eyes.
Shut the head, let it do a job in between my legs.
Shut the eyes, do not keep them on the prize,
For the prize is bright and can make you go blind,
It is an explosion but it is not fire,
Explosion of juices from my yin and your yang.
You are the artist, I am the art,
Your tools are your mouth and your hands,
Your heart and your pen.
Get them ready, let's act some art.
With your mouth, soak my mouth in art,
With your hands, place me to be a fine art,
With your heart, feel the joy of this artistry,
And with your pen, draw me.
And when the work is finished,
We can call it the art of orgasm.
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