Desires

Desires

Come, I want us to make love

Let's take away the charm,

May we not love with longing,

Let's let's let out this passion.

Let me be the gardener,

Let me be the gardener, Let me plant that flower in your garden,

Let me be the perfume,

That embalms and roses your heart with love.

As the artist forms the clay,

I want to shape you,

Let me be your secret lover,

Come, let's get drunk with passion.

 

Let us like a river overflowing,

Let our sweat spill over,

When we're in rapport,

And let us lose control.

 

Come, love me madly,

Let's give ourselves to love,

Let's make love now,

That we'll scream with excitement.