if only the caresness of your moist touch that leaves a trace of tingle in its place would make me content
if only the purity of your most real desires could make me abounding with love and content alas
if only you having sold your soul to the mystery hidden in our slumbering unconciousness would awaken me and make me palpate inside just maybe now i could be content though i am not
or the naked truth that you are my missing half and i have found you, on the contrary though i am not content
what is crooked inside my deep dark insides
am i never to succeed and be able to grasp the feeling of pleasure even with you?