In your majectic spiral I was thrown, totally blown / Sliding through your curves, not a care in the world / Picturing your sweet geometry through my eyelids / Pondering on your every inch, the beauty of your sleek essence / The narrow end awaiting ahead made me long for my halt / Not scared at all / Swiftly descending, I threw back my arms / And felt a lock of hair tangled on your sticky end / In your sugary moorland I was trapped, no going back / And when the sugar was hard with the wintery wind / There I was, a statue of lust / An insect of fate, my still limbs a sign to the girl standing on the top