Slowly we fades into our self, together. Fields of beauty, in euphorias high, wrapped of warmth. Secede from the reality, in my silence I cry. Ethereal company, the surrounding world are rimed. My dream, to heal desire (to) heal my desire A black nynphomania. Blocks my life. You're filled with scads of fire. Will I. I die? With your wailful voice, you will hitch me up to heaven. Now I've learn to resist your sexuality.