Ivory

Virgin ivory
Carve me, design me
Dig your knife deep into my flesh
I want to feel the burn

Be my Pygmalion
Worship at my stone feet
Love me, idolize me
I'll be your Galatea

We can dream of each other
Embrace me, hold me tight
Cold stone ; hot skin
Your touch is electric

I live only for your imagination
Last thread of sanity
Cut it, watch it slip
Watch him realize I'm only stone