i lick your lips,
bite it slow.
we forget the night
starts
to growl.
to have or not to have;
or to make
the love we crave..
i start to scream my sorrow
into you soul
this is good, this is good..
i say, this is great,
stay right there..
i'm about to feel you inside me,
comforting.
and, oh, give me one more thing:
say it with me, scream it!
this was the good good we sang,
while our breathe was drunk.
deep inside, deep in me,
i felt you stay
as half of my soul.
and indeed, you should stay longer,
longer than our ages.
du bist geil!
