when i touch the flower, the flower of sin
it is hunger i feel, when i let myself in
so starving and warm, all wet when i lust
the flower compelled, ready to touch
my fingers they wander, my body it yearns
my body it trembles, my inside it burns
my fingers explore, all over my skin
my body it burns, from the outside and in
when i touch the flower, the flower of sin
i let my soul burst, when i let myself in
i stroke and caress, i open up wide
i devour the icons, with my fingers inside
my breathing redoubles, my body it heaves
my fingers move faster, to please and relieve
i accept and receive, my pleasures inside
my flesh is in flames, my s** is alive
my fingers explore, all over my skin
my body it burns, from the outside and in