look at me now, — devour me rock your love on my lips… their savor tells you to tell me in the language of longing accented with savage dreams the manner you feel me, (you)
I feel as if you're infiltrated in my veins as if you're walking like a master through my senses... Go ahead and walk. It's your own right. I belong to you, Love. I'm just saying what I have to… — Say