I Mate With Yeti

you'll do well to remember that the dream I had about the she-yeti found me mating with the she-yeti. This is a sonic exploration (read: song) of that blissful co-mingling. I have breached my normal etiquette and have included the lyrics of the song so you can enjoy them alongside one another. so, enjoy them!

morning w/ the she-yeti
I hope she ain’t forgettin me
we mated by the fire however briefly

hairy fingered sweet caress
she-yeti’s one who I love best, the rest
aren’t worth conquest at all, just she-yeti

a roaring fire she snores awake
our eyes they meet and then they break, they take
my breath my aching heart, my she-yeti

we dine on squirrels and birds and such
and then ingest hugs and heartfelt touch, so much
is happening now, and then we’re mating.

when two are one, then one shall be
a furry yeti reverie, we
roar so loud I wake up in my lonely bed.

at the window in this world
of cement and no yeti-girls, I hurl
my cereal bowl against these dirty walls

where is she now, those ears those hands
those lips, those hips not in these lands, the plans
of she and I smolder with the end of my dreamtime mind

and I recall, I always will recall

morning w/ the she-yeti
I hope she ain’t forgettin me
we mated by the fire however briefly