But when you touch me, all inside me burn like hell.
Your voice when you said that you really wanna stay with me, your wishes for me and the sensation of fullnes when i know that i'm all around you.
And then you cuddle me softly with your arms, your hair in my nose, the sound of your quiet laugh.
I love the way that you look at me, the way that you broke me in pieces al my heart, turning me in something so brittle.
You made all those thing that convice me that i'm yours, i'm the only who made those kinds of thing, maybe dirty, maybe romatic. But no matter what you want of me, you've always have them.
Because i'm made of your soul, you turn me in light, in something alive.
