Now this is pure imagery, visualizing how the bodies, the heart, the nature, the sky, the surroundings, the earth will melt into pure divine love. Intense erotic thoughts are the natural part of living creatures.
Imagine we’re going another level
Flying high as I drive the bevel
To go deep into the tunnel
Where your peaks start to tremble
No boundaries & no manners
That rhythm & those tremors
The earth seems to crumble
And the skies start to rumble
When the stage turns into the jungle
As I crank you humble
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