Anonymous nirvana

    The sky is tattooed on my skin, 
    forged in the name of the buttocks. 
    I do, and you are me, 
    invites the skin to the skin. 
    The idea of ​​flying Otava claw. 
    Anonymous nirvana, 
    the shower water on your skin, 
    I thirst for you, your skin, your soul. 
    The secret to it is planted in the spine, 
    thin fabric it does not cover anything. 
    To excite, rather, 
    I want you in my skin, 
    cool next to me on the bed. 
    Treat me, not like hot wind.