Avassalador

Overwhelming
That's what makes me a vassal
Of this numbing love
Through my pores it exudes
The incandescence of passion
Where does desire come from?
The pulse of the heart
Moved by your affection and kiss

That is so overwhelming
And that makes me a vassal
Of this intoxicating love
Through my pores, it oozes
The effervescence of passion
Where does the will come from?
The pulse of the heart
That always beats with longing

Of its seasoning, its taste, its flavor
Your smell, your affection, your warmth
Overwhelming
It's so overwhelming

Overwhelm my path
Your affection erases all pain
Overwhelm my path
Fill him all with love

Overwhelm my path
Fill it all up
Overwhelm my path
Fill it all up
Overwhelm my path
Fill him all with love