You know me. I'm a kind of burnt head. A bad girl. In English, they call me a bad girl.
I like to cross the line. When I open the lid of a dish, I get a taste full of chocolate.
The hand directly in my mouth. The song flows in my tongue.
I also like to start the new chapter of the song before finishing the precedents.
I like to make you freeze harder than you want to freeze. And I look at you when you ask me not to do it.
And among these things, one more time, I will show the world what I like so much.
She is the one who steals in the shower. It is not recommended at all to live on the razor's edge.
Join me here. Let's be bad together.
I will never put you in real danger, of course. I like you too much for that.
I put these sticky stickers in the bathroom so you don't slip. And everything will be long and sensual.
We will have to do it this way. We are going to kill each other.
This will be the longest of the world's preliminaries.
Okay, maybe not. But it will really look like it.
Simply because of this desire and this need that we will have for each other.
Forced to be slow and careful.
So, nothing too savage to avoid you. Savage is for the bedroom.
Or at least when the ground is more stable, it is good.
For somewhere where you can make me bend and take me.
Where I can push you up and take my pleasure.
We will get there quickly.
I want to see you first, with my hair in my hair, imagine you there, explorer without fear.
Under a blanket, or something else, to melt you in my arms, under my lips, until your feet can no longer support you.
I want to make you forget me, so that the desire is a serious thing.
It is in there that we will be, once again, on the floor of the bathroom. You, behind me, making this mirror force, which will become more and more impregnable each second.
You will try to light it under a door to wipe it from the back of your hand.
In order to be able to better observe us, you will surprise me.
Explore my body with your empty, hungry hands, biting the scent and the flavor.
You will feel it in your mouth, slightly salty.
Also in the flavor of my hair. This will be the only way around you to be able to look at me in the eye.
I would like that, me too.
I would like you to open the mirror myself, so that we can see each other even more. Go ahead, go ahead.
At the time that I open my lips, just to go up the floor of my hand, throwing my head backwards.
Go ahead, it's a good idea.
Me too. You will make me turn back, pressing your empty lips against mine, and deep down, very deep under the shower.
And there, I will have the perfect excuse to let my hand run over your whole body.
Although I don't need an excuse for that.
Close, close, close your eyes.
And you will laugh when I put help from love on the tip of your nose.
You will no longer laugh when you take my blood in your hand.
I will let you know in such a way that my teeth will be pierced by this drop of water.
You will have the perfect excuse for that. I will put my head on your shoulder again,
biting my lips, exposing my throat, telling myself that the support of your chin will become my weak memory.
You will remind me to take good care of me.
So much good care.
I would also like to take good care of you.
I will slide on my knees, on the wall, because of all this shame, all this shame falling on me.
And you will try to keep the flow of your breath out of my face.
Because you wouldn't want me to be uncomfortable, would you?
You would especially not want to miss the show.
And it is exactly at this moment that you realize that everything was full of life in the past.
Because I would wear the mascara resistant to water.
And once again, you will close your eyes in mine.
You will be my mercy, beautiful beast, your heart beating violently in your chest.
My knees hurt to death.
It will take so much pain.
And you will not be able to resist violently in any way.
Not with this look that I give you.
That's what we do.
We weaken ourselves in our own way.
And then we strengthen ourselves in our own way.
You see, it's the most powerful thing.
It's the one to make a man superior, than to make a ruler.
Never to scratch your teeth in a wild abandonment.
When nothing else exists,
that they don't even think about the rest of space.
That's what I want.
I want you to forget yourself, your world.
The one you need, the one of pleasure.
I don't want to just let you play in my next life.
I want you to enjoy me deeply.
When we seem to be locked up together,
you have to mix, you have to embrace me violently.
So?
So?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.
Not yet.
I will withdraw myself with this smile that you will make me rise up by the shoulders.
And press my body against the square of joy.
I feel my head when you touch me.
My arms on my head,
my hands on my body.
Just because we can't be together any longer.
This feeling when we meet in the back of the room, still in peace.
This feeling makes me tremble and laugh in reality.
I know that you will make me feel this warmth.
You will come to lick each side of my body.
And I will give you all this luck.
This luck.
Really, really.
Okay.
After all, I have to keep my bad daughter's reputation.
Right?