Phillip Poisel - Eiserner Steg

Sinful Taste of Sweetness: Part II

The thunders and rains collide against each other, they roar and roar. You. You move and move as I lay underneath you. We move swiftly under the blanket. The sound of nature accompanies us.

Eyes wide awake as I listen to the thunders and rains and the sound of your voice. The gloomy of unspoken desire and undiscovered passion, you lead the way while I follow and feel the tingling sensation as your fingers trace my soft skin.

And then you stop and stare at me. Smiling as your lips meet mine.

What is it, my love? The look you gave seems more profound than the touch and the kiss. Speak to me. Don’t let it all out through the movement of your figure.

They roar, the thunders, you scream in ecstasy. We create our own waves of bittersweet momentum, as momentuous and ambiguous as we could. You. Can’t you hear the pitter patter of my heart as I loose myself in between your mysterious gaze and passionate glance, love?

The madness. The anger. The jealousy. The not-so-well-known closure. The intoxicating scent. The very thought of your existence next to mine. Let’s ride this carousel once again, shall we?

Ich will dich einmal noch lieben wie beim allerersten Mal

Will dich einmal noch küssen in deinen offenen Haaren

Ich will einmal noch schlafen, schlafen bei dir, dir einmal noch nah sein
bevor ich dich für immer verliere, für immer verliere

Wer achtet auf mich jetzt dass ich mich nicht verlauf?
Und wenn ich jetzt falle, wer fängt mich dann auf?

In all diesen Straßen kenn’ ich mich nicht mehr aus
Da ist niemand mehr der wartet der auf mich wartet zuhaus’