Whip ... love of smell ...
I smell desolate over you.
With your hair, I play so windily
and fingers weave in a pirouette
in front of your wet look males,
he stood fiery in me.
Without bans, dogmas, and inhibitions -
I smell for you, you are drunk ...
Whip ... love of smell ...
the dream drew upon us.
Night hosted you guys -
Is she ... is not she?
You drink your lips, a flower,
I was in it.
You gush me, shake hands -
my passion is running through my body ...
Whip ... love of smell ...
your breath stops me.
Your lovers love you -
crazy longing from them springs ...
We are merging our foolish element,
donated our madness - love ...
The rose blooms - find it! -
whispers raw.
My soul stripped smells
from your eyes a great night and day.
And your logical mind knows,
that in the flames he only seeks me.
Goodbye and Kisses ...