Lunatics find no conclusionnBodies simply glidingnFigures draw wildest illusionsnDrag me in their draftnnMy back so strong like thousand reptilesnMy fingers reach for milesnPerversion finds its roots within our heartsnSome-body dares to lovennOthers cry for helpnJust like it would change anythingnOthers cry for helpnJust like it would change anythingnOthers cry for helpnJust like it would change anythingnOthers cry for helpnJust like it would change anythingnnFingertips touch so many bodiesnMotionless acceptednLips regret so many kissesnWhispered words just as wellnnMistaken seem my careful movesnMisunderstood my choice of wordsnPsycho-logically seennI prefer this kind of stimulation