We desire that perverted lover
Who in bed devours us with passion.
Who with his ardent caresses and kisses
Will light the bonfire of our temptation.
In bed without brakes he possesses us,
Unleashing the darkest pleasures.
But also in the street he sees us
And protects us as her most prized possession.
Because there are women who try and go on
looking for new lovers each time.
It's up to you whether they come back
Be then the perfect and complete lover,
the pervert who loves with devotion.
Who fulfils every whim and desire,
in bed and out of it, with equal passion.
