Tinman
Like a ring upon a necklace, place yourself below my neck
Like a drunk on a bending highway, I give my bed for you to wreck
Come be lavish for me, I have the words that you need
But if this tongue should fail me I would still taste you
And if these hands should fail me I would undress you
Like the Tin Man after tears, you turn me into rust
Like the Tarot: Witch of the Black Rose, filling every page with lust