Since then I have got maturity
I am accused of living in fantasy
This time it is you around whom
My imagination goes round and round
On one Sunday night I take you out
We sit face to face in a restaurant
You breathe in the tune of the music
With hot feelings I drench and sync
Your squirm and writhe in delight
When my tongue of desire lick you off
The cup of honey spread upon you
By the glittering light of the passionate night
I am accused of living in fantasy
This time it is you around whom
My imagination goes round and round
On one Sunday night I take you out
We sit face to face in a restaurant
You breathe in the tune of the music
With hot feelings I drench and sync
Your squirm and writhe in delight
When my tongue of desire lick you off
The cup of honey spread upon you
By the glittering light of the passionate night
