Slow Down

You twist and you turn Like a rod in a keyhole Deep, forced and unfit You tease me As you find bliss in my coyness You toast That burning desire in me You thrust And I feel you slow down a little Like a knife You cut right through me And I could hear the phoenix crying somewhere And the mandarin ducks have just stopped singing A murder of crows are waiting at the end of the line They could hear you They could hear us Slow down, my love It’s not yet time.