Debil

He has total access and control of my intimacy
Just by seeing him desire arises in my chest
A simple 'how are you' and my femininity skin moistens

He is the thief of my dreams
There is no doubt he is my inexplicable owner
He is what can make of me
And like wax in front of fire, I feel

Weak, without strength or control
Only with him I am weak
Obsession overcomes me
I am in his arms, weak
I forget modesty
Crazy for him and weak
There is no more explanation

When I am alone my hands sometimes make me fly
His picture is enough and my wings grow
I bite the pillow and my body explodes
In solitude

He is the thief of my dreams
There is no doubt he is my inexplicable owner
He is what can make of me
And like wax in front of fire, I feel