I want to taste your flesh,
find every little dip and rise of muscle on your body with my tongue.
I crave to hear your voice,
ragged with pleasure and excitement.
I need to feel your hands,
running over my body that's submitted to you.
I would bring you to your knees with just one word,
one whisper from my lips and you'd be mine.
I would kiss your sword,
leaving warmth in my wake as I learn your body.
I yearn to know what it's like,
to have your body above and below me.
I need you.
e il mostro ha cessato di essere.
