Spiritual Front
No Kisses On The Mouth
There are no streets for my heart
Nor voices can make my naked body shiver
But I need a slave Who will stab me and a faithful dog
That will devour my body
Love me while I confided you my intentions
'Cos you know I will fail
Love my childish purity 'Cos you know I'd lick every sin your flesh The limit of love is that Of needin' always an accomplice I've lil' in my pocket just some sand and some stupid truth
But enough to redeem your lack of style And your vague sense of duty My certainty falls while your saliva tastes like my sex My tongue furrows your seals While the night whispers our end The limit of love is that Of needin' always an accomplice
From Letras Mania