My night

Over night,
I sell my soul to
the taste of your moon,
Your defying look makes me sweat,
you give me butterflies...,

Walking together in the night trees,
earing the obscure sounds,
I think of you,
My powerless angel

I like to control our power over each other,
It makes me evil to know I can lock you just upon a look
That I can arouse you with a touch,
But your melodious words make me your captive,
Your kiss makes me die in pleasure,

My dark night...make me fire...make me evil...