Under the eyes of the ones

The ones that see it all

I want to know you touch yourself

In the dark

Thinking of me

I want to know your twisted fantazie.

As you give yourself away

Into something that feels painfully great

Give me a whole new perspective of what

I already thought over a million times

So that I can say that I can never make up my mind.

I want you to hold me as you whisper in my ear

The things you’d do

If only others weren’t here.

Touch me, grab me

Kiss me and break me down.

I want to feel you on me

Hitting the soft bed as one

The now pink cheeks from the growing heat

The fast heart beats

That we consume as if it were air

I want to implore my touch

I need you to seek me

Because I crave for you

Restless atempts to grab your attention

I’m feeling darker by the minute

And my masks are falling

Right off my face

Do you know you’ve made me demented?

I need that feeling of sinfull pleasure

I’m running on instict, dear.

I need that feeling

You’re my kick.

I need your trouch

It’s almost sick

Almost sick...