Part of Your Mudra

Baby, you’re more enlightened than most men can attain
But I am rather frightened it’s taken over more than your brain…
I want to be part of your mudra if it’s a carnal one
But in bed I don’t want a Buddha, I want a Genghis Khan
You say illusion’s poison milk and it ropes us in our heads
But, see, I prefer scarves of silk and we’ll just use them in our beds.
Though I’m glad you’re now above machismo and acting tough
When we’re making love it’s okay to be a little rough
We must always fight pleasure or the passion will suck us in
I say, why the extra work? Why not just let them win?
Passive serenity may be the answer to world’s strife
I just know it’s the not the key to the best love life