I don't belong to anything
let alone love
My only love is the one I give you
sometimes my need for inventing grows
but how can I let out what I don't have?
An emotion, I don't know what that it is
but I have learned it must be thrown away
Sweet prudence, please, stay with me
I've been without suffering too long thanks to you
An emotion, I don't know whether it still exists
but I learned it cannot be true.
My prudence say, don't trust it,
but I don't know what I would give to get it.
A hand, a woman's hand resting on my face
my face is still, a hand's skin
and in it, tiny woven veins
a woman's hand on my distant body.
The mouth, the mouth gets closer to make contact
I control the motion, now we're on the bad
a shoulder falling by itself
and in the silence, only our bodies, making contact.
My mechanical hand, with somewhat calculated motions,
moves faster, now we are attached
A perfect synergy has been established, I control my body
I study its enthusiasm, love, its orgasm
orgasm
An emotion, I don't know what that it is
but I have learned it must be thrown away
Sweet prudence, please, stay with me
I've been without suffering too long thanks to you.
Thanks to you, before moving, I think about it, I read up, I gather information.Only after that I am righteous, correct, ideologically perfect.