Oh, cut me loose from these chains of love,
My mind is numb and my heart is broken,
To you I am a stranger, to me you are the only love of my life,
The girl of my dream in my dreams,
You have become my daily routine, my dose,
I'll  let my mind be consumed by what it desires the most,
Have I ever crossed your mind?
Oh, cut me loose from these chains of love.

Ах, это сладкое мгновенье
Ты доставляешь мне на пике возбужденья;
Пытаясь описать это невероятное чувство,
В голове всплывает лишь термин “искусство”…

Будто рисуя портрет живописный,  
Водишь по телу рукой словно кистью.
Вот и кончается наша романтичная пьеса:
Сливочный оргазм – грандиозный финал страстного секса!

Just like an angel flung out of space ,
My love for you will always be genuine,
A beautiful flower in my garden,
I'll  forever water you,
Keep you close to the window so that you can flourish,
You're  no ordinary flower but a  queen in my garden,
Your  enticing pheromones will feel the room,
And I'll be the only bumblebee to pollinate you, my love,
Deep inside your alluring  petals  covered  with your nectar,
I'll be so committed in your garden,
I'll keep coming back for more and more,
And you'll magnificently bloom in all seasons.

Her kitchen is my safe haven,
Nutritious and full of sweet aroma,
She is a professional,
She knows how to feed my cravings,
Unlimited service 24/7,
Hey, here is your tip.

I like them bedroom bullies,
Them nasty dominant  *******,
Put them tatas on me ,
Let them suffocate me ,
And even if I die,
It would be with a good cause,
Gently choke my neck,
Change them gears ,
Do some quick acceleration,
There comes some flapping  sounds,
Down the hill we roll,
Swimming in our own sweat,
As my lips whisper your name, "zaddy",

Lip balm - so that my girlfriend can kiss the juiciest lips.
Face cream - so that she can pat the most tender cheeks.
Hand cream - so that she can feel the most gentle touch.
Eye cream - so that she can look into my sparkling eyes as much
as she'd likes.
Hair balm - so that she can adore my very soft hair.
That's why I do the skincare...

Hello, Pauline...?
Turns of the century
Question's of only and seem
Turn on the light's, for the curious...

Suspense has a drool...
Snores and faery feet
Is a living testimony to a finger pulled
With a meager smirk, the time has it to meet

The season of suicide
Where with all, in a momentary pause
Frankly, is my favorite ride...
Hello, with me, its always the odds

In another shame...
Set to prodigious music
Let a little more, than a fury's name?
Only a care to tell the truth, is intrusic?

Swallowed pride
And a peppery smile, to rage:
When beauty eats a stare, for snide?
Stars above, the price of wonder is, page for page...

I can feel
Her presence
From across
The room
Her quick glances
And drunken desires
Her hand
Slipping
Into mine
The blanket uncovering
Our tender feelings

They know
Now

Some nights,
I travel my fingers through my hair and across my thighs,
Eyes closed, but my heads filled with visions of you.

Goosebumps like Braille, spelling your name, over and over and over,
And over,
And over

I mimic your movements,
Slow and steady,
But it’s such a shame that the space beneath my eyes,
Is so much wetter than the place between my thighs,
And it’s so silly how I choke and I cry,
On your name, again and again.