Mazes Of Purple Roses

Wandering in mazes of purple roses

Where the sun is an orange in the mouth of god rolling on xtc

There is no sweeter a daydream

Than to daydream of a beautiful woman

The most precious of jewels

Asleep underneath the moon

That which makes a wiseman feel like a fool

One whose luv is more addictive than any drug

One whose words echo with laughter and maturity

With eyes that tell a silent and sensual tale

That only her lover may ask its ending

With her hair combed like a deer

And the look upon her face like a gypsy

Wrap your legs around me as sweet as carmal and cotten candy

You can be my sweet and pretty plaything

Where sugar babies are made