The shell...

The skies looked down,
For the glee had started,
For now and forever,
The skies look down at the shell of pleasure...

Within the weed of music,
Embraced by the atmosphere of fertility,
Of the hollow for the beams of light,
Of the sturdy walls of seduction...

Welcome to the home of pleasure,
Only step in if you're obliged to enter,
But then again that depends on the emotive night,
Can you send the chills down my spine?

Pleasure set out like a pathway,
Aroused by the beams of an illusion,
Waiting for the rain of unison,
The lubrication for population...

Step out if you're not there,
Or else you shall be greeted by dry ice,
Frozen by cold eyes,
Can't be thawed by the ransom for love...

So the doors shall open,
For the sprinkle of love,
In contempt of infatuation,
In the mystery of hate...

Pearl in oyster,
Beam of glee,
Humidity flares within the crescendo,
Only if you're obliged to join the obbligato...