That man drives me nuts.

I don't know what I'll do to escape their hell. She's got me addicted to her fire to him who carries on his tongue, in your hands, in his se_xo. And what, unfortunately? He put no chains on me, but that I with pleasure closing the lock, tirando la llave al abismo to chain me alone to their hell. And it's what when he kisses me... , prove me who has a magic tongue, one that lifts me up and makes me fly without wings by the long and thick flames from their hell. He has some indecent fingers that dominates me to their lust, leaving me so full, so empty of me, but so full of it that my cry bursts in pearls that descend from my eyes and at the same time it gives birth un manantial que se desborda from my averno. And when he's not around... , makes me want her crazy and mindless. And to quench this thirst, this vice, I unleash addiction by flogging my body. I insert my fingers in inside my avern, making him call him out like a crazy crazy crazy, like a death of hunger, how one who only wishes the lascivia of her eyes while listening and watching me do what you love to see so much: my total surrender to your desires. I had never felt anything like it; I die in her kisses or should I say... , i live intensely in their hell