'round and 'round -------------------------------------------
Does sadness like love flow
To hush the sorrow of a soul
Time makes antiques of our past
Death pulls apart lovers at the last
Me I seek nothing more profound
Than a child spinning 'round and 'round.
O let me live probability's lie
pass me through the needle's eye
Or a philter of divine deep
That once more I may harvest sleep
So you want sex dreams with girls who really don't know who you are, you direct the antiques of their visage and form to make wanton love as you relish teaching them the true fecundity of your affections. Believe me I've had many salacious visions of myself in the girls locker room......all lies. Oh well, to be the worst of it who knows what astral projections our dreams imply. I may be an octopus but I try to keep my tentacles well in hand. Reaching through vast distances to pander their phallic value or perhaps enjoy their exserted protuberance could get them cut off. Imagine that an inadvertently bridged day dream could get you emasculated or worse killed. They will chase you down, track you like a dog, there'll be no escape, it's enough to give you nightmares. Hum, guilty, guilty, guilty, what ever shall I do? Lost forever in the quandaries of the psychic quagmire, I better clean up my act!!!