It is a bit strange this feeling that
is leading us to this wild path,
soaking us as a passional bath.
You’re my compass, I’m your talisman,
each thing you’ll do for me, for real or for fun.
Because I’m order and chaos, predator and prey,
and for this paradox I’ve no key.
No matter, I only wanna look your eyes,
reflecting the light of the fireflyes,
while you’re touching my pure soul,
but also my forged body,
because if my sex can make you mad,
my love can make you dead.