Let’s touch lips, and then press together our fingertips.
Let’s get lost in this erotic lounge, where no inhibitions or guilty conscious can be found.
A landscape of romance is the symphony we dance to in this exotic wasteland.
Is this psychosis? This dream doesn’t feel real, I’m beginning to fear the end to our fantasy, and our only hope is to be saved by our insanity. Can I rescue you from normalcy? Come dance with me along the tight rope of mental instability.
Let’s promise each other