The Succubus

I don't need to take valium or opium
To know how it feels to leave you
I don't need no cocaine highs
No spanish flys to need you
No DMT, THC, LSD to blow my mind
Heroin, mescalin or methedrine to lose the time...

Anyway drugs tend to diminish my body
(and it seems, so far away, in my mind to me)
And if my variant form to yours -is the door-
Trough wich our concentric souls meet
Then I don't wanna miss a beat

I want my
Ephemeral body, corporeal mind
Etherial soul, synthesized
And very finely attuned to you
In the other side of paradise

And I don't need no blindfolds,
Whips, boots or rubber suits
A school girl uniform, black seamed stockings
Or handcuffs locking to turn you on

Anyway, fantasy, only aborts reality
Forcing one to live within a distortion

Skin on skin, soul to soul
Belly touching straight is great
'cause I don't need the pain
Or the hate to feel intensely

And I don't need to be
Dominated, degraded or flagellated
I don't need to be
Extorted, exhaulted or supported,
Complicated, contemplated,
Tolerated or liberated
But I do need to be
Penetrated, elevated and appreciated

And I need to embrace my
Inescapable -feminineness, tacitly
Like all the animals natural and free:
Totally succumb to the eroticness
Of the intuitive risk
Life's hopeful between the thighs
And all difference falls false
In the face of uncontrolled cries...

Voglio solo una perla da coltivare
Non voglio calze di seta nera
Ne manette che d'acciaio per eccitarti
Non voglio maschere, ne fruste, ne stivali a sera
Ne vestiti di gomma per riscaldarti
Ma solo toccami e prendi mi
Questo fiore, amore