Paroles de The Sexuality Of Bereavement

In soothe I lend a gracious ear Your sobbing, somehow sexual Come to my bosom. The help I bring Is all my pleasure you lonely, dear thing Oh, cruel love, when held by you My sanity does fly You lie there mourning with looks of desire 'T is beauty when you cry Drink my grievingg love Desire and wine go well Sleep, I'll watch over you Relief? Time will tell Secrecy fosters passion You stay untouched I know you are alone With peace I care much