Alcove Rhapsody
Ayin Aleph
I am the sexual mark on your lips,
I am the genuine bite on your heeps,
You are a mighty pray for my kiss,
You are inside me for your bliss,
We've crossed our ways to build our ego, ego.
You can't escape hard sex relations'
You can't awake female sensations,
You want to taste my men selections.
I cry in my hell,
I did my best for the things I've gone through,
I fall in a yell,
I'd rather slaughter who is untrue.
Et c'est comme ca...
I am the docile queen of your sighs
I am the oozing star of your eyes,
I throw the feeling of your weight,
In a dark desire of your fate.
You have just mystic sensual request,
With lots of citric incest.
I cry in my hell,
I did my best for the things I've gone through,
I fall in a yell,
I'd rather slaughter who is untrue.
Et c'est comme ca...
I move in you like a frightened dove.
Enjoyment comes from above;
You lose your grove in my alcove
And I make sex without...
Love dies in your cry.