Just breath control...

Who wouldn’t want a good girl, a soft hand, a gentle woman for a gentleman?

He said,
"It’s been fine so far but after a while I want more than a soft style.
I want some slashes to go with those long eyelashes."
And so the bedroom became the black room
but a year later he wanted something more, something I wasn’t quite prepared for.

He said,
"Every woman has an itch and every nice girl secretly wants to switch.
I like how the skins look on your white hands.
I’d like you to deliver one of my demands."

He said,
"Every woman has an itch and every nice girl wants to switch." He led me in and lit the
room with a hundred candles and said "God never gives you more than you can handle."
I sat astride his chest, "It’s just a thrill," he said, as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed,"it’s just breath control."
He whispered "Hold me here" and I did and his head fell back.
He whispered "Press harder" and I did and his eyes rolled back. It’s just breath control.

Just breath control.
I saw him go pale.
I saw him seize up,
I felt something creep up like a taste for this.
Like a reward.
A kind of love, a kind of lustmord.
It was a minute then three then five then ten, he wasn’t coming up again.
I held on for twelve.
I saw him seize and thrash and twist and when he was still,
I lifted away my wrists and looked at my hands and tried to understand.
"It’s just a thrill"
I said as he relaxed on the dark, dark bed.
I sat aside his chest, "It’s just a thrill," he said, "just a thrill.
It’s just breath control."

When it was over, I slipped off the skins and drowned them in the river where we used to swim and a year later in a shop,
I was stopped by a man.

He said,
"I know you’re looking for something that’s hard to find and I think I have what you have in mind."
And he led me to a glass case and looked deep into my face...


"It’s just control."

I just wanna make, love to you

I don't want you
To be no slave
I don't want you
To work all day
But I want you, to be true
And I just wanna make love to you
Love to you
oooooh oooooh
Love to you

All I want to do is
Wash your clothes
I dont want to keep
you indoors
There is nothing for you to do
But keep me making love to you
Love to you
ooooooh oooooh
Love to you

And I can tell by the way you, walk that walk
I can hear by the way you, talk that talk
And I can know by the way you, treat your girl
That I can give you all the lovin' in the whole wide world

oooooh all I wanna do is make your bread
Just to make sure
Your well fed
I dont want you
Sad and blue
And I just wanna make love to you
Love to you
ooooooh oooooh
Love to you
oooooh

And I can tell by the way you, walk that walk
And I can hear by the way you, talk that talk
And I can know by the way you, treat your girl
That I can give you all lovin' in whole wide world

oooh all I wanna do, all I wanna do is
cook your bread
Just to make sure
your well fed
I dont want you
Sad and blue
And I just wanna make, love to you
Love to you
oooooh yeah
Love to you
ooooh
Love to you

Fácil de entender

Talvez por não saber falar de cor,
imaginei.
Talvez por não saber o que será melhor,
aproximei.
"O meu corpo é o teu corpo, o desejo entregue a nós".
Sei lá eu que queres dizer...
Despedir-me de ti, adeus um dia voltarei a ser feliz...
Talvez por não saber falar de cor,
aproximei...
Triste é o virar de costas o último adeus,
sabe Deus o que quero dizer.
Obrigado por saberes cuidar de mim,
tratar de mim,
olhar para mim,
escutar quem sou...
E se ao menos tudo fosse igual a ti.
Eu já não sei se sei o que é sentir o teu amor,
já não sei se sei o que é sentir.
Se por falar falei,
pensei que se falasse era mais fácil de entender...
É o amor que chega ao fim,
um final assim assim é mais fácil de entender...