Hopscotch (Feeling Magic Suite)

Listen to Hopscotch by Richard Charles Stevens (Feeling Magic Suite)

Listen to Feeling Magic by MK13

To the river
From afar
Catching fireflies in a jar
Twinkle twinkle little star
I know precisely what you are
I dream concisely
When invited
To delight thee
Open palmed
To the river
From afar
Politely charmed
To the river
From afar
Politely charmed
To the river
From afar
Politely charmed

Come to me
I yearn to taste the grapes of your desire
Turn and face the demon
Lean the way of ageless fire
Come to me
Embrace the flesh
The veinlets I bequeath
Better yet
Come nestle underneath

This night has teeth
The air it bites
Incisors keen
To tear aside
The husk of dusk
And glare inside
To where the fairest heaven lies
With lust
It thrusts
Robust
It slides
Just enough
To tantalise
Thus the husk be sanctified
Every head rush amplified
While candid eyes romanticise
Discovery by candle light

Oh Come to me
(Come to me)
Oh Come to me
(Come to me)
Oh Come to me
(Come to me)

Oh Come to me
(Come to me)

Come to me
Beneath quicksilver moon
While candelabra flickers
Trace the outline of my face
Apace to make my heart beat quicken
Come to me
Embrace the flesh
The veinlets I bequeath
Make arcane provision
In my keep
Make arcane provision
In my keep
Make arcane provision
In my keep

Oh Come to me
(Come to me)

Here the river red runs deep
Every time the bled sun weeps
When fatigued legs become weak
Lending the caress some seek
Ceaseless are outrunning streams
Plumbing depths of stunning dreams
Thrumming wild eyed
Touching void
On the cusp
Discussing Freud

Oh Come to me
(Come to me)

With just
It thrusts
Robust
It slides
Just enough
To blush my thighs
Pardon me
These lustful eyes
Alas
I simply must abide
Alas
I simply must abide

Come to me
Do come inside
I yearn to taste the grapes of your desire

Oh Come to me
(Come to me)

Turn and face the demon
Speak its name
And lean the way of ageless fire

Oh Come to me
(Come to me)

Come to me
Embrace the flesh
The veinlets I bequeath
Grace the mystic river
Whilst we bleed

Oh Come to me
(Grace the mystic river whilst we bleed)

Whilst candelabra flickers
Plant thine seed beneath mine grate
Meet me at the great gate
Feel no wasteful need to placate
Reach with keen
In the display case
Place both hands around my heart
Feel it beat
Each time you see the art
Come to me
To where the end is ready then to start
Come to me
To where the end is ready then to start
Come to me
To where the end is ready then to start
Feel it beat
Each time you see the art

Here thou art fine
Thine hallmarked heart
Of fine art and divine
I hear the call
Of mystifying splendour
In the vine
In sweep so steeped of venture
I feel betterment to cry
Each tear
The milk and honey
Running gently down my spine
To testify the sweetened nectar of define
Testify the sweetened nectar of define

Oh Come to me
(Grace the mystic river whilst we bleed)

Here in the profoundest sense
Lies every dream
I ever dreamt
Each crowning feeling on request
The sweet appeal of longed caress
Reveals the heart
Then fits a stent
In jewels bedecked
Of rules bereft
Upon a wing and prayer
It’s blessed
One mirrored pair
Of feathered crests
Beautiful in life
As death
Provable to final breath
Even then
Its echoes
Are forget-me-nots
Remembered