The whisper of mine shivers a siren at the hunt.
The childish demise allows me to narrow your pains.
The symbol of freedom, allows me to touch your soul.
The soul will softly be fathered for lust.
Retouched
"I want to feel your skin creating friction within me.
By skin to skin, creating light from the fire in our hearts.
Melting lust and creating hopes.
Lets us ignite on fire to make our frightful day... Brighter..."