Meet Me In Memphis

Meet me in Memphis
On top of Elvis' tomb at midnight
Don't worry
Nobody will see
Pay no attention to all the security cameras
I'm sure nobody is watching
As the moonlight
Turns your porcelain skin a shade of blue
Your wrap shrugged off
Revealing the nothingness of your clothing
The goose bumpy softness of your skin

Meet me in Memphis
On top of the King's tomb at midnight
Get there a minute early
Put on a blindfold
Don't ask why
This is me talking
You know what will happen if you do
A blindfold of black satin
To contrast with your skin
And your strawberry hair
Flowing down your back in a waterfall

Meet me in Memphis
Upon the tomb behind the musical gates
Arch your back to my touch
Nobody else in the world except me
Running fingers up and down your limbs
Lingering upon your paintings
Your line drawings
Your proverbs
Deep in your skin
I kiss each one in turn
A reminder of the pleasure pain
From when each was etched in

Meet me in Memphis
Where the ghost of Elvis Aaron lives
Cold metal upon your bare back
Hot touch between your thighs
Penetrating your loins with but a thought
Nipples crinkled
Eyes veiled
You don't even know if it's me
You bite your lip at the thought
Drawing a drop of blood
I lick it from you gladly
A small gift for your lover
Whomever that may be

Meet me in Memphis
The King's name being imprinted into your back
By my weight upon you
By the kiss of the night wind
My teeth close upon your skin
Your back arches you into me
Raised letters upon the metal tomb tear at you
Little cuts appearing on the mirror image imprint
As you reach your peak
As you scream my name
"Fucking Elvis Presley!!!!"
I whisper in your ear what I want you to do
Before I leave you once again
You'll do it
I know you will
You're obsessed with me after all

You met me in Memphis
Upon my tomb in the moonlight
Now not a half hour later
You're face down on a table
On Beale Street in Memphis
The artist looking at your back in shock
As your lips tell him what you want him to do
From your shoulders down to your buttocks
Is the mirror image of Elvis' metal tomb
Imprinted and cut into you
Now to be needled permanently by this man
As proof that you love me
As I do believe that you do