Sombre Wine - Delight

When he kisses without doubt\nHe dances at the edge of desire\nHe is silent when his warm mouth\nAre subjugating her conscience\nAfterwards unbidden thoughts come back\nBut he’s already gone\nLike a beast of prey\nLike a master of chase\nIt’s the nature of rapacity\nFrolic with her sensuality\nI still believe in people who think\nLove is something more than desire\nAlthough it flavours our life\nWith a taste of sombre wine\nWhen she walks the air becomes so heavy\nUnderneath the naivety there’s her silent slyness\nTo fall a vitim to you is only a delight\nOften the Beast is the Beauty\nThe wolf can be eaten by the lamb\nAfterwards unbidden thoughts come back\nBut he’s already gone\nLike a beast of prey\nLike a mistress of chase\nIt’s the nature of rapacity\nFrolic with her sensuality\nthere’s no divinity\nWhich can’t be sold\nPlease don’t talk about love\nUntil I believe in it But I still believe\nAlthough I see rivers of lies\nWhich have taken possession of us So please don’t tell me That true love is what she’s searching for\nBecause it can’t be found\nThrough the perdition in following arms