Take my hand, and lead me to no ordinary place.
A view behind the scenes, of what lies upon you face.
I’ll seek out every though, to view it in your mind.
A revelation of desire, dreams that you design.
Pleasure perceived is decadence, not in parts conceived, but whole.
Fantasies beyond measure, totally self-controlled.
A fearsome delight comes over me, rattles me to the core.
If they become reality… What quenches the need for more?