Image by New York Public Library via Flickr

Out of sight,out of mind i want to touch your burning naked soul,i want to feel your inner thigh’s of flaming death.Listen let me feel your sheer Heavenly pardise within your valley of lonely creature’s that burn’s deep within your lost desert of our dead spirit’s let’s get together like we never got together before we die a little tonight making love in the street’s of the Great American New York Night’s.