Dark is the night.
My hands, your body
Hide and seek.
Leave me,
My dream, let it end with Voltaire…
Touch me not, try not.
Let me hear nothing
Only secrets are hidden
Searching hard, I find none.
Still early
Pursuit…
Stage by stage I will pass.
Signs of my bites are still lucid.
But, now not hands,
Lips and tongue…
You, not like before.
This autumn night,
A warm body and cold lips.
Tempt my feelings.
Take me out of alienation.
Of your Lord t, you too alienated.
In the auction is your love.
If waiting for me,
I will stop the bell.
Here I come…
Reach
It is time… call for prayers
Damn the nights with no sale.