Words & Music: Aryana
I will promise sweetest pleasure
I will promise an endless night.
Mine is the power of desire,
mine is the power of delight.
Under my hands your body shivers,
wide are your eyes in disbelief.
With ev′ry touch your heartbeat quivers
as your pale skin my gift recieves.
I will caress you with my fire
I′ll shroud in ice your burning face.
You toss and turn trapped in desire
and ev′ry touch will leave a trace.
And while you sigh my hands are shaking,
I share with you what makes you burn.
Soon, I feel, your will is breaking
and trembling then the tide I′ll turn.
For pain′s the sweet gift of my hands,
pure torture is what I will give.
Scars are the traces of my touching
and through pain my love will live.
Hier gibt es die Geschichte, die hinter diesem Lied steht.