Hypnotism of a whip
sweet, so sweet
leather, skin and metal
carmine and lacquer.
When the body waits not for
what is called love...
Each tear of hunger
the purest nectar
nothing sweeter than desire
in chains.
When the body waits not for
what is called love...
(Always) more
one asks for and lives
Animal song
Animal song.
Words fail me
Moaning is better
When the body waits not for
what is called love.
More, one asks for and lives
Animal song
Animal song