Is this maths or just some science? br Clawing into my veins with so much ease br Is this some solution to the pain of endurance br That hits against tough walls of placidity? br Is this the fibre of your youthful charm br That relates to the surge of womanly desire br Is this the rosy veil of sweetened softness br That rigs with finesse at the dainty heart br br br This is the science of pure cloned maths br That easily claws into my firmness br This endurance of painful suffering br So hits against the walled toughness br With charmed youthfulness that is the fibre br Of womanly desire that surges forth br Unto the softness of rosy sweet veils br That surround the puckered heart that rigsbr br mandara pookalbr br