RAPTURE The art of perfect concealment, to ask the chosen one's ass. Take my hands in your white hands, Uniting my life

RAPTURE The art of perfect concealment, to ask the chosen one's ass. Take my hands in your white hands, Uniting my life to its warmth, Submerged in the sea of arcana. I will kiss them feeling the joy Immense that your gaze produces, Nowhere in which my illusion would live. Give me just one kiss, beloved, Aspiring with him all my soul, Serenely sacrificed to your love. I will ask for nothing more, calm will come, I will gladly touch your hair, Lightly caressed by the palm Joyful of my hand, that longing Eagerly to achieve had tried Without having received the gift of heaven. I want to know if I am your beloved, U no more in your life be, I don't want, I would be immensely happy at your side, Tangled in your sincere spirit, Rejoicing at being tender lovers, Or forgetting about the world entirely. I hope our dreams come true, Our lives, forever, these moments C onserve, as a reward for your efforts. Once again your eyes, as before, I no longer want tears to be shed. I really want to look at them, so bright, Reflecting love, may they turn into light.