He who writhes, fallen quickly unable to rise
He who cries and groans of all the pains and heartache
He who trembles at the sight of man, who ******* at the site of woman
He who all woman want, his comforting touch, great love and all of his body.
Carry me to him tonight, he carry me along the path of blight.
He carry me towards Love and all her pleasant feelings
He who can hold me when Love leaves and please the ever restless mind my soul cries.
He carry me