Skin - Atlantic Popes

Blossom of your skin

Silk of my desire

Honey from your mouth so swell

Powder pur and wild

Floating in the air

So enticing all the way

More than a thousand words of virtue

More than your diary could say

I never would no I never would hurt you

Not tonight, I won’t hide what’s inside

Deep inside of me

Lacquer of your eyes

Moist behind the veil

Checking up the size — sublime

Leisurely reclined

The unforgettable smile

So inviting all the way

More than a thousand words of virtue

More than your diary could say

I never imagined you would hurt me

Not this night, can’t you see

Now I can’t hide it anywhere else than inside of me

Never can hold on to natural highs

Vanishing slightly just leaving a sigh

Playing with all kinds of artistry

Adroitnes and subtlety everything you could require

More in a while, maybe we´ll do it again and again

Maybe without all the artistry

Adroitnes and subtlety everything you could require

More than a thousand words of virtue…