Testo pelvic chaos

the love is our mystic
war is artistic, love's in our physics
but this heart drips it

in this dark backseat
she asks me, if i feel a little nasty
we tried acting classy
but now she's unfastening me from the taxi, on a black street, in this fast city she unstraps her chastity, on my lap, in a fantasy

we'll thrust our pelvis
then rock it like elvis
we lay her legs, all the way across
lost in a pelvic chaos

midnight los angeles
the street is scandelous, so is she
candle lit, like poetry
hands held loosely, gasping finger me, wet as a juicy jacuzzi, steams lingering
blowing through the a.c. while we go fucking crazy

we might as well kiss
so this isn't as selfish
we'll thrust our pelvis
then rock it like elvis
we lay her legs, all the way across
lost in a pelvic chaos