so much more than simple lust
a cavalcade of taste and touch
in my hands is safe your trust
contain myself, I feel I must
when near to you, a casual brush
can promptly turn my legs to mush
a cavalcade of taste and touch
in my hands is safe your trust
contain myself, I feel I must
when near to you, a casual brush
can promptly turn my legs to mush
revanche:
Eh?