Marc BolanJuniper Suction

There's a crawling sensation An Astral vibration That's sucking me into your sight I can tell by your hair In the juniper chair And the piraty twist of your mouth I've constructed your frame In a plasticine game And your eyes are the sweets of my youth But I'm naked and bare in the ice of your stare And I'm useless at telling the truth So I hide with my head in the tent of the bed And my body is sucked through your eyes Then I quiver and shiver and start to deliver the goods Then I vanish in size. © 2019