I am sorry I have never let it be said;
you fit me like a missing puzzle piece.
(Violin music plays softly inside my head.)
I lay before you like velvety butter on bread;
the longing goes on and on and shall never cease.
I am sorry I have never let it be said.
Intoxicating, but still as sweet as a rose so red:
I give myself to you like Aphrodite of ancient Greece.
(Violin music plays softly inside my head.)
Please swiftly lift me up and carry me off to bed;
with every step the depth of my desire will increase.
I am sorry I have never let it be said.
The intensity in your eyes is better than any passage I’ve read;
your delicate skin warms me like silky fleece.
(Violin music plays softly inside my head.)
Maybe it is best if I just show you instead;
the truth is bound to appear in my inhibition’s release.
I am sorry I have never let it be said
(Violin music plays softly inside my head.)
