Beaneth in your eyes
Rest a small tear
that will dies
With your deepest fear

Forgive your guilt
and embrace your destiny
your heart is a flower wilt
You know this in your intimity

The dreaded old age is coming
Piece by piece your soul is a landslide
Is no more a woman wild
The truth hurts like a sting

Your’re not younger
You don’t have more shouts of pleasure in the nights
And you Carve in your skin marks of anger
All  you need feel is a  orgasm