Sometimes I Wish I Was a Paramecium

[spoken]
The vincible heart, asleep, dreams a matrix of primal emanation,
a fragrance of intolerable ecstasy. Awakened, it hides in
penumbrae of mind from suffused electromagnetism and mystical
pseudopodia which alone comprehend the topology of my soul.

[sung]
Why do I sigh when I feel
Your magical perfume invest me?
Are you doing this just to test me?
Sometimes I wish I was a paramecium.

O, how you smile when you see
The shy cynosure of your torment
And my passion, no longer dormant.
Sometimes I wish I was a paramecium.

My thoughts progress like thick smoke up a windy flue
Then I pretend, every time, I spend on you.

You know I could cry when I see
Your hands that I would have caress me
Softly, and try to compress me.
Sometimes I wish I was a paramecium.

Your touch could loose an albuminous cannonade.
Like a brain on drugs, my heart's in love sautéed.

Imagining sweet penetration
The seed in this great inundation
Fell, but without replication.
Sometimes I wish I was
but at times like this I'm glad I'm not a paramecium.