Took me quite a while to realise
That I’m in your room already
Pardon me, that’s why I didn’t take off my shoes
Wondering if I could go inside

Old enough and wiser you met
Old enough and wiser me

I’m going forward rolling a small ‘now’, sealed inside

No past can enter it, nor future can I reach. I just keep walking

Well, they say there’s no past or future thing but present, which I can’t clearly see. But like the idea

Coz for me, it sounds like you must be with me now

I cried being so glad to see you on top

Now you’ll see what scratched my back into arousal was not your fingers but intention. As for coming, also not your tongue but desire

What an elementary metaphor a body is, sometimes I am not so proud performing with it

So we literally have to open the body to mean we’re opening the heart, right? Nobody has made more progress than this so far, huh?

Between us we’ve built a bridge
The way to you, that shows me how far you are away

Is that why it’s so repetitive that it makes us alive, like breaths and heartbeats?

You may not know but I let you stretch me when entering. I mean including all your belongings that followed you everywhere like a shadow. It did hurt no matter how slowly and little by little I did it. I bore it anyhow like a greedy fool who had been starving

My moans mean I am striving not to be eaten by a beast inside of me
My scream means I’m dying and free at last