Ice Cream Sundaes With Jesus

There isn't any flavor I haven't tasted
No desire I've not indulged
The syrup can be sticky and heavy
but it'll go down smoother than any whiskey
This is my battlefield baby, and you may just win the war

I find myself craving something forbidden
A hidden experience denied to this make shift martyr
It's not right, it isn't sane
It can destroy everything I've erected

So I settle for resting my war torn head
On a shoulder sheathed in mocha colored faux leather
It offers the most calming comfort I've ever embraced
Sandy blonde hair intertwines with a mess of brunette stuble
At a loss, in the scents and textures of this beautiful bonding.
Almost liquid in design

But this is not right, and I cannot dock on this cool island
So I escape into the escape of gluttony
Eating these feelings until they're full up
Cherry castles and gingerbread skies
Can't erase this awkward ascension
And I cannot claim this country with my white flag

Dance for me, spin my round like a record
So there won't be time to dissect this titillation
And I've been at war with God far too long
To sit down for Ice cream sundaes with Jesus
I'd rather feast with a the Magdalene
On the moon drenched shores of Plundar
Than indulge my sugar tooth with a reluctant monarch
We'll just have to agree to disagree

So until peace can be made
Attila, the honey's blade will be wielded serenly
Contentment will have to be good enough
Happiness, after all, can always be found
At the end of the next plateau