Through Cobain Tinted Glasses

There's something electric about the way he touches me.
Discovers my body, my soul.
He kisses me tenderly.
On the mouth and then on my forehead.
My lover, my salvation.

His thrusts are gentle, yet firm.
On and on and on and on.
The music stops playing.
The show goes on still.
On and on and on.

Exorcising me of my demons,
My lover, my salvation.
The king on the throne, the keeper of my heart...