There seems to be a state
A place you take my mind
Leading me with words
Until my body burns with fire

The pictures that you paint
With your brush wet with lust
Cast a hot red candle light
Laced with warm patchouli scent

Kiss my rosebud lips
Possess my hungry tongue
Invade my narrow throat
Until I'm gasping from my lungs

Fuck me good and hard, my lover
Take every hole of mine
Let me ride on top of you
Let's do that yummy grind

Twist and turn my body 
Put your hands around my throat
Take away my breath
Until you feel my spirit float

Looking up at you
Looking in your eyes
As you penetrate my pink
I'd like to feel as if I'll die

It's that little death I want to feel
I'm begging from my core
Come with me, mon cherie
La Petite Mort