I think these wounds are now too deep I can feel them itching within my heart The pain so unbearable The dreams The wishes The lust Are killing me Each time I see you on that bore hole pumping water from the rocks too deep your soft skin unveiling For me see To crave To die for The way you move up and down lures my soul to come close to stare At the thigh curvature The magma Cozy eyes flesh apples And listen to the soft charming voice That makes My heart beat skip And Then Death starts When you Smile at me and give me fragile hand for me To Feel I am Dieing Softly